What a lovely little time away we had. Not exactly what we had expected but still wonderful.
We rose at 4am, threw the pyjama clad kids into the car and set off, all bleary eyed. The sun rose over the free way while we ate dirty donald's (mac donalds) for breakfast and listened to Ben Kweller. 5 hours of driving and many a record later, we arrived at the turn off to our favourite winter holiday destination... to find it flooded. No access. A few expletives were mumbled under my breath before we did our road side wees (the boys, not me) and jumped back into the car. A new destination was decided upon and beer was in the fore front of our minds. Gillian Welsh, M. Ward andBeth Orton set the mood, somber but hopeful. We arrived and our travel woes were forgotten. What a beautiful place with nothing to do but eat and drink, relax and read, surf and sleep. Oh, and chase the cheeky toddler around.
The lady baby smooched with That Bel Lady
The boys did a little sea urchin recovery surgery by torch light
The Young Man enjoyed his share wear.
Our River Cottage besties made camping look easy while taking a brief break from surfing the alaias. I'm sure Yoss will post some beautiful pics on his blog later in the week.
We packed the car and drove home, lips cracked from the ocean spray.