I don't suppose the school summer holidays are often likened to a Foxtrot, but the 'slow slow quick quick slow' pace seems a rather fitting comparison. The first week was all about relaxing, taking things easy, encouraging the boys to indulge in a little more sleep. And then we went headfirst in to the uptempo phase with birthdays, birthday parties, appointments and adventures keeping us busy. Now, it's time to ease up on all of the activities and return to a calmer pace and slightly earlier bedtimes so that I'm not dropping both of them off at school wild and exhausted.
A couple of months ago, just as we were experiencing an uncanny three days in a row of sunshine, I received a large parcel full of the most beautiful boat-covered picnicware. 'This is it', I thought, 'we'll be dining outdoors until autumn.' How terribly foolhardy of me, right? That probably makes me responsible for the daily showers ever since, doesn't it?
As I was beginning to give up hope of ever using the Ahoy range from Laura Ashley, at approximately 5pm on Sunday 10th July, the rain stopped, the clouds cleared and we were greeted by that gorgeously hazy, golden summer light calling to us to fill up the picnic basket and head to the countryside. So we did. And it was the loveliest of evenings.