I have just returned from a week in Seahouses, which is a small fishing village in the north east of England. Plenty of time as a family, and, time in the evenings to make things. Bliss. And surely there is no better way to counter the post holiday blues than to bore the rest of the world with some holiday photos.
Seahouses turned out to be most definitely worth six hours in a car with four small children (and my dodgy back). I want to go back again at the earliest opportunity. I was excited enough when our stop on the way happened to be one of the fancy done up Little Chefs with Jubilee Pancakes all round (what else). Hurrah. But no. The holiday got better than that. It turns out this corner of the country is just fabulous. Being there felt good.
Reason number two. Lindisfarne. You can walk or drive to it when the tide is low, and it becomes inaccessible for a few hours each day. The place was home to early Christian monks until the Vikings came along and frightened them all off. Pilgrims used to walk across to the island, and plenty of people today still do the walk. There are posts in the ground to guide you of the way across the sands, and there are even a couple of `refuge boxes' on stilts with ladders up for those who get caught out by the tide and need to shelter. This didn't happen to the biggest girl and her Daddy when they did the walk together, although they did get wet feet.
|new scarf and, cute fox brooch (Mollie Makes) made on holiday|