I have coffee. It’s late morning and I’m not dressed. There’s just me and Jake in the house. Our normality. But different. It is not my table. The mugs are smaller than I’m used to. There is sunshine.
Spurs Fan, Girl1, Girl2, Nana and Grandad have gone into the seaside town. They will shop, promenade and swim. I may be dressed by the time they return, I may not. I’m just revelling in the space. Some people may revel in the quiet, but I revel with loud music.
We have been busy, and will be more so. Nana and Grandad are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary with all the family, in Nana’s home town in Co Clare. Family fun chaos is all around. Unexpectedly, Ireland has been experiencing sunshine and heat, with the rain confined to night time. We are basking in the novelty and the companionship.
My heart soared yesterday to see each girl stand on a surf board and ride the wee waves onto the beach at their first surf lesson. There will be more lessons, and the waves will be bigger. My active, brave children do not get their spirit of adventure from me. I observe activities in the pauses between chapters.
We took a longer than planned tour round the county earlier in the week, looking at history, culture and geography.
There is more to see and do. I want traditional music and the wild cliffs. Maybe a trip to an action packed city. A return to the dolmen we missed.
But we’re on holiday, the sun is out and there’s no rush to do anything at all.