Oh we do like to be beside the seaside πŸŽΆπŸŽ€

Today has made me realise why we are doing this trip… We’re currently doing a whistle stop tour of England over half term to see family (and return their stuff πŸ˜‚) and we’ve spent the day at Hornsea Beach chasing waves and eating bacon butties.


The sea and the beach.. they’re just bloody beautiful. The kids are so feral and gorgeous out there getting wet and windswept, I want this every day. And that’s why we’ve spent the last few years working so hard and saving up, and why we’ve spent the last 6 months planning and selling stuff, and working out where to go and what to see, and buying home educating supplies and light suitcases and all the sleepless nights and tough stuff: it’s all so worth it when I see them on the beach 😍

A big part of the ‘tough stuff’ came to light this past weekend. I am really going to miss good friends. I have purposely tried not to think about this bit because it makes me cry.

On Saturday, some of my amazing friends arranged a surprise bash up at the Cricket Club as a farewell kinda do, which included the very secretive arrival of one of my oldest friends from Liverpool. I was truly surprised, and totally blown away by the entire crew of sneaky buggers who all managed to keep quiet about it since bloody August! It made my heart happy and sad all at once.. I’m really going to miss the Kibworth Girls and their families ❀

So if it’s possible to be completely happy about going away, and completely sad about leaving, then that’s where I am at right now. πŸ™ƒ

10 days to go!


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