No sooner had we got last weekends muddy clothes from our trip to the Lake District through the wash than it was time to pack again, it’s half term holidays for the boys and we’ve come down to St David’s South West Wales, part of me wanted to stay at home, (I’ve got a lot of work to finish in the next couple of weeks) but now we are her I’ve chilled a bit, sadly the work had tocome with me.
Yesterday was warm and sunny, or so it seemed on the door step of our holiday let, in that very English way, I threw caution to the wind and decided it was warm enough to expose my tripe white legs to some sunshine by donning a skirt to the beach, it was a mistake, it was windy on the beach and I spent most of the day with beach blanket and towel wrapped around my legs, I should have heeded my dad’s favourite saying ‘Never cast a coat till May is out’ (I won’t even try to write it in the sort of dialect he would have delivered it in) or in my case not only should I have kept my coat on, but my trousers as well, till the end of the week at least!)
But as a precursor to summer Tom and I munched our way trough a punnet of strawberries, that did just for once taste as good as they used to.
In the late afternoon the wind dropped and with the sun on our backs Tom and I fell fast asleep in that sublime melting holiday sort of way; silly me not wanting to go away, it’s nice here.
Today, Sunday its raining, a tea and papers sort of morning, I’m not sure how easy it is going to be post or get at my emails, so family and friends who might be looking for us, we’ll be back soon.
See ya later.
