Holidays in the Sun

***holiday backblip #1***

To set the scene:

Holidays in our house are often busy crowded affairs with lots of people and lots of pressure, so secretly i'd harboured a little dream,

that for once, just once before my daughter outgrew us, we would hire a beautiful isolated villa in the middle of France or Italy or somewhere in the Med,

somewhere idyllic and isolated, with a pool and we'd laze about for seven whole days, just the three of us, with nothing to do but swim, sunbathe,eat and drink, and relax.........

This is not that dream!!!!

journal exert 1.

"We finally arrived at the dockyard to be greeted by a doddery,small,white haired old man, who stood proudly on the sharp bit of a narrow boat.

We didn't need to ask his name, it was etched into the fabric of his face,scarred into his features and indelibly stamped into his very being, this was not Ahab of American Literature, nor was this Coleridge's most famous Mariner, no, this was someone far older and wiser than that, this was God's personal cruise boat captain.

This was ..Noah."

"Almost immediately the natural order of our family asserted itself and i was relegated to 'below decks' while the driver assumed the position (on tippy toes) at the blunt end of the boat, onward to Skipton came the cry, and then a terrible crashing and rending of metal and wood, accompanied by a jaunty "sorry!"..

We were under way.