So, the time has come for my husband and I to start the talk of the “holiday“. Talk of new destinations and are we a package-style family, or shall we explore the Britain we never do? It all comes into the mix. Then we come to the subject of remembering holidays past. Since our daughter came along, we’ve noticed a huge difference in how we plan a holiday. Gone are the days of throwing some clothes into a carrier bag, filling up the car with our daily junk needs and going with the flow. Holidays have a different meaning to us now.
It got me to thinking of our first big holiday as a family. We played it safe and went to France, where my husband had found a lovely little campsite. As we turned up, the sun was shining and we did our best to not look like “camp virgins”, while putting up our rather huge family-sized tent. It was a tense hour with the husband and I trying to complete the task without too many cross words! Eventually, we did it and when we stood back and admired our new home for the week, we were all very pleased. We had smiles on our faces until the second night when the rain started, and it came down for the rest of the week. We had slight moments of sun, when we would frantically try to dry kit and clothes, or run to the indoor pool…. but the majority of our week was spent with wet feet and with sodden clothes hanging from a make-shift clothes line inside the tent.
At the time, we thought it was a rather rubbish holiday but, looking back, we had a great holiday which has given us some brilliant family memories. It was quite cosy listening to the rain on the canvas outside, while being cuddled up as snug as bugs in our coccoon sleeping bags… (bless you, Rab, whoever you are). My talented husband created the perfect spaghetti Bolognese, while wearing a black bag and with a cleverly-tied umbrella hanging from a tree. My daughter learnt to swim underwater, as we spend all our time in the heated indoor pool. We remembered hunting for cockles at a beautiful beach and then having the pleasure of a steaming bowl of cockles with a crisp, cold white wine, later that same evening…. listening to the storm outside!
It didn’t really matter about the rain, wet feet and cold mornings because, looking back, we really do have some brilliant family memories. Even the bad ones we can now laugh at, with the passage of time!!
So, I guess the question for you is, what are the unique ingredients that make a holiday a pleasured memory for you and your family?