After the end of term whirl settled into the luxury of no deadlines or clockwatching we headed off with our caravan to the Isle of Wight. Even the journey was exciting for the children as we boarded the ferry. 'Boat!' said The Baby Brother
We had almost three weeks of lazing around, playing on the beach and in the sea making the most of the warm sun. My Little Helper soon had a group of friends who raced about the field beside the site playing wonderful games and enjoying the freedom to chase each other in the warm dusk of evening. 'Playing zombies' he said when called for bedtime. Of course! The Big Sister and her friends became Uno addicts, playing most evenings when everyone was back from their days adventuring.
So many different sorts of beaches on a small island, sandy, pebbly, peaceful and windswept.And some heaving with people with hardly an inch of sand to sit on! The children all took to the waves with their bodyboards and we swam in the inviting sea.
You can never have too much beach time! We have washed the sand from between our toes and I have washed a mountain of dirty clothes and spent the rest of the holiday playing with friends, visiting the park, bouncing on the trampoline and bike riding.And rather too much whinging and arguing, in case you think this sounds rather Pollyannaish!