Friday 17 February 2012: Kiss me quick...
721/365: ... if only you could stop giggling...
Last day of the holiday. Well, last full day of the holiday anyway, we're not leaving until tomorrow morning... but to all intents and purposes, today was the last day. At least we crammed it full of Devon-shaped goodness!
Slightly less full than it might have been had we not all had a grumpy start to the day. For me, it was because I was all pooped after another rotten night's sleep. For the children, it was because... well, who can say? They were dead grumpy though and it took a couple of hours for them to pull themselves together and cheer up. I think possibly because they knew their friend was coming over and anything else was just not going to cut it. We did round the day off with them coming for a cuppa - which meant that Moo and Fizz had their completely happy heads on... but then when they left, Felix was too sad to even say goodbye as he didn't want them to leave (awwww!). No pleasing some people!
That said, fortunately our children suffer from 'next shiny bright fun thing' amnesia. So when we met up with our friends about five minutes later the grumps disappeared as we all went for a walk in the woods. So did the kids' dry socks and boots too as they all discovered a stream and after a quick circuit of the woods, decided that the 'let's get our feet wet' game was next on the menu. And when I say 'wet', I mean the sort of wet which involve a boot going schlu-u-u-u-urp as you pull it off your child's foot after a fight with the suction effect and then pour out half a fish-tank of water.
After that, a spot o' lunch, then off to Baggy Point (which I always think has a great name!) for a walk up the cliff path, detouring via a small heart attack as Felix strayed a bit too close to the edge and a quick squeal at some frogs in a nearby pond. And then a view which always makes me go 'why don't I live here?!?!?! Oh the photos I could take!'. It really is gorgeous. Towering cliffs. Wild waves crashing below. Sea gulls floating overhead. And the best feeling of freedom ever.
Actually though, rather than dreaming of living here, it kinda makes me feel that I just need to live in the moment more. Savour the fantastic bits and find the tingly happy bits of the every day version of my life too.
PS I wouldn't say no to living here though!
PPS *dreams for a few minutes*