I love being on holiday. Time with no expectations, space to muddle along and let life just happen.
Preparing to go on holiday, however, is a different thing.
X days = Y outfits.
Is there a washing machine?
Don’t forget the underwear and the pyjamas and the wetsuits and the body boards and the skateboards.
Shampoo, people. And oodles of conditioner.
Of course you need to bring a coat.
Did anybody pack the swimsuits?
Doggy bed, doggy food, doggy medicine.
It starts off sensibly and before we know it, there’s no room in the car. Nothing seems superfluous, but there’s only 4 of us. Spurs Fan packs the car. It’s like a 3D jigsaw, a Krypton Factor puzzle. He manages to leave enough room for the last minute make up bag/ hair straighteners/ cuddly toy, but if you want something else bulky, you have to sit on it.
There’s only one thing that keeps him sane in the process. The holiday playlist/ CD/ mixtape.
There’s nothing haphazard about these- they are themed. There’s a Scotland CD, so that we come off the boat to Simple Minds and by the time we get to East Lothian, we can see Sunshine on Leith. We were in Co Clare, so we had west coast songs.
Clare is a beautiful county, busy in the summer months with holiday makers and tour coaches. Narrow roads, wide buses, wrapped up visitors.
Because of our holiday music we ended up doing a little tour guide performance every time we saw a bus. It never got old.
“On the left, we have stone walls. And if you look to your right, you’ll see that the grass is green.”
We are easily amused.