The school holidays are flying by. Two more weeks and the boys will be back at school and I am nowhere near ready to let go of them again.
I normally dread the long holidays - being self-employed it’s always a tricky balance and a six-week juggling act has, in the past brought me to my knees. But this year the boys have been old enough to go to a holiday club together once or twice a week so I have managed to retain a semblance of a working life thoughout the summer, so the days we have had together have been ace.
Moving to the countryside last autumn was (and still is) greeted with some incredulity from our friends who just can’t understand why we upped and moved somewhere we didn’t know anyone or hadn’t even been. But sometimes, as with a new pencil case and nice brown notebook at the start of term, you just need a change don’t you?
And I know we made the right choice. Looking back over the last four weeks of the summer holidays, we have built dens, walked in the woods, picked fruit and made strawberry and bramble jams, rocked out at festivals, been enchanted by the circus, entertained complete strangers eager to see inside our campervan, fed giraffes, dressed up as dinosaurs, held giant millipedes and laid on our backs and gazed at the stars.
Later this week, we’ll pile our duvets, pillows, homemade jam, gin and bell tent into our campervan and pootle down to Devon to stay with our belly dancing-friend Aimee as she farm-sits for her dad and then next week, we’ll go shopping for new school shoes. Summer will become autumn, my favourite season, and we’ll approach the end of our first year of country dwelling. The nights will draw in and the smell of woodsmoke will replace barbeque smoke in the air. We’ll go on Sunday walks to the pub and the boys’ football boots will need cleaning again.
But for now, there are two more weeks of summer and I will hold on as tightly as I can to my two little boys and try to give them a few days from which hopefully some treasured childhood memories of summer can be made.
PS: of course, along with all the fun we’ve had, there have also been tantrums and poorliness, and fights and whining and rain and more fights but you have to take the rough with the smooth right?!