As much as I love going abroad, I don’t think you can beat a holiday in the United Kingdom. No, we can’t guarantee the weather, but that’s part of the fun. If you have young children, it is much easier to stay in the UK. We have decided that until the kids are all at school, we will be sticking to holidays here.
A few weeks ago we went on our first family holidays to one of my favourite places in the UK – Pembrokeshire, in South Wales. It was absolutely beautiful with plenty to do, and we were blessed with perfect weather. We would love to try and get away for another short break this summer before Harrison starts reception, and I would love this to be in Cornwall.
I’ve not been to many places abroad, and I’ve never been outside of Europe, but I can pretty much guarantee that I will never love anywhere as much as I love Cornwall. We went there most years when I was a child, and I have so many happy memories.
We’ve stayed quite a few times in an small town just outside of St Ives, called Hayle. I remember the beaches being lovely and quiet, with miles of golden sands and huge sand dunes to play in and roll down. I would love Harrison and Alex to be able to do that. Living in the middle of Birmingham means they don’t have that sort of opportunity. The closest they get to sand is the sand table in the back garden!
I’d love to go for a walk around St Ives – possibly the prettiest and cutest place in the world. I’m not sure it is the most pushchair friendly place, with all the steep hills, but I could deal with that if it meant I could go and explore the little shops and art galleries and have an ice cream with the kids on the harbour. I’ve always suffered with a phobia of crabs, and I will never forget sitting in the harbour with my family when I was 16, and one of my brothers waving a crab leg in my face. Of course, I absolutely screamed! Now my aim is to go back there and go crabbing with my sons. and conquer that fear once and for all.
Perranporth is somewhere else I have always loved, buying woven friendship bracelets and dolphin necklaces in the souvenir shops, going for a milkshake in the ice cream parlour (if it is still there!), before heading to the beach. We always sat at the top of the beach where there was a little stream. We would build little dams (that never worked) from boulder, and bury my mum and dad in the sand. Now, it’s our turn to be buried.
Harrison keeps asking to stay in a caravan, and some of the best memories I have are of lying in a tiny narrow bed in one, listening to the rain on the roof, or being woken up by seagulls pitter-pattering about. Caravans by the seaside have that unique sound and smell that cannot be experienced anywhere else – even down to the sound of the door opening and shutting!
I cannot wait to take the boys to Cornwall, to experience a proper ‘old-fashioned’ holiday in a caravan, just like the ones I had on holiday. You can keep your two weeks all inclusive in the Bahamas, just send me to Cornwall!
*This is my entry into a competition with www.thinkmoney.co.uk.