The Slightest of Breezes

Halfway home, so only half of the ‘are we there yet’s’! We arrived to a warm welcome at lunchtime at friends Alistair and Lorna’s holiday cottages. Thank you for the amazing lunch of chicken paella. Very well appreciated by all seven of us. And the children loved the spaghetti bolognese served at their dinnertime.

All in their Jim-Jams now watching France v Wales playing rugby. It seems that French pride has upped their play post Brexit! They won!

A simple dinner to come for the grownups of roasted sea bass with steamed potatoes and sugar snap peas. John made the fish purchase on our leaving the holiday house in Cornwall this morning.

Holiday almost at an end. It is strange that I have become so used to the howling of the wind and the lashing of the rain. We are in a sheltered valley here and the breeze is ever so slight.

I’m reminding myself that the children had a great time, even with the big storm. I myself feel a little bloated with the carbs and a little tired too, truth be known.

An update tomorrow when we finally get home. Thank you for reading – this is Andi Webb, signing off. Phew!!!

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A Gay Dad reflecting on life in the Shires of England with my not so famous five and two rapscallion Dalmatian hounds

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