Hey! Did you know Summer is over? What a lovely summer we have had, a real one at long last. We've had picnic's in the park, street BBQ's, trips to the seaside and even a rather fancy dip in a glorious outdoor pool. Before I talk about my family's summertime fun however I was to take a trip down memory lane to show you what summer family fun meant to me as a child.
I guess it wont come as a massive surprise to you that my parents lean to the more alternative side when it comes to lifestyle, I mean how many 'Fritha Moonbeatle Tigerlilly's' do you know? The memory of my early childhood seemed to always involve the outdoors. When my brother and I were small my parents were still in their mid twenties, they had this rather beautiful yellow truck and later a pretty little grey BMW campervan. For my parents it was always (and still is) all about travel. I was lucky enough to see some beautiful places, ride sleeper trains, eat pastries and green marmalade (a very vivid memory) sleep for weeks on end in a squishy little tent with my big brother and my parents.
'Wanderlust - a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world'
Perhaps its the photos that ingrain in me these memories, but to my childhood summer holidays meant walking across new and foreign terrain, dusty landscapes, stopping for snacks of olives and fresh bread. They were my childhood holidays and they are quite rose tinted in my memory.
I on the other hand have always been the homemaker, the longing to uproot and travel leaves me uneasy. Perhaps it was the constant travelling, moving homes, towns, countries and schools of my childhood that has led me towards the opposite. I've always wanted to create a base for myself and my family. That's not to say though that I don't want to create some of these experiences for Wilf. I'd love to show him different countries, ride a sleeper train, meet different people and cultures, just to perhaps do it on a smaller scale, like a week or two a year? ;) that would be lovely, thanks!
Our holidays this year (and last) have been UK based but I feel so lucky to have been able to visited family, dip our toes in the sea and watch Wilf enjoy his first ice-cream!
What do holidays mean to you? As a child or as a parent or both?