Holidays

This is my home for the week... it's a tough life, but someone's got to live it... 

We're on a big, jolly, family holiday...Aunts, Uncles, the crumblies, cousins, dogs, and of course Dave and Little un... We've got this fab house by the beach all to ourselves... An Agatha Christie style venue, with nooks and crannies, bathrooms galore, tumbling lawns, a secret path to the beach, a dining room, snug and a games room, two kitchens and more bedrooms than you can shake a stick at... we had to include the dogs in the head count last night at tea, otherwise we would have been 13 for dinner... 

So Little Un is having an awesome time,  we flew down from Scotland yesterday, her first trip on a plane... she loved it, and I managed to put on a  happy face, during take off and landing and then again when I was explaining that we were in bumpy clouds,  whilst simultaneously gripping  the arm of my chair for dear life... we then were met by the crumblies, for the onward journey to the house... 

There she met two bouncy dogs, and went feral charging around the gardens... playing ball and exploring all the pathways... 

It is an awesome place, and it's cracking spending time with the rest of the family...