Summer holidays

Like everyone else this Summer I was blinded by our heatwave in June and booked the Devon holiday park summer break. Not realising August would turn into typhoon season, we packed our raincoats and suncream, wellies and swimming costumes and set off for our week away.

Leaving the Old man at home who had work commitments, meant that the 3 hour drive was solely mine. Due to the torrential rain the 3 hour drive turned into a 6 hour journey, with us veering off the motorway to find ‘ an idyllic lunch spot’. A deserted pub on a deserted seafront, serving up rough looking chicken goujons wasn’t what I had in mind!!

On arrival at the holiday park we managed to get all our luggage into the chalet before the thunder and lightening struck. So worn out from the drive, we spent the first night in the entertainment bar with Loopy and his disco. The 7yr old loved it- up on the dance floor, doing the Macarena like an old pro! The 12 yr old spent the majority of his holiday money in the arcade in the first 10 minutes. This left me to sit in the bar and sing along with hits from the last 3 decades- whether I knew them or not. Safe to say I had a headache in the morning.

The following days were spent on the beach, where the kids spent 3 hours digging a hole, cycling for 11 miles round fantastic scenery- won’t tell you what ached after that- and a rainy day in Torquay shopping centre finding things to buy in the pound shop.

So although it wasn’t quite the sunshine holiday I’d envisaged- the kids got on great, we had lots of great meals together, lots of great family chats and now I know all the words to Ketchup Song.

Highlight of the trip- bingo in the arcade and the 12 yr old sweating over one number- you wouldn’t get that in the Maldives!!