This time last week I was in Dorset. I travelled solo, getting up ridiculously early last Saturday morning to wrap presents, write Christmas cards, sort school uniform, make lists, make a flask of coffee with packed lunch and stuff a few clothes into a case on wheels. It was ever so slightly manic and I only just made the 06:50 train, arriving hot and bothered, exhausted and somewhat relieved to have actually made it. The train journey to Dorset takes 7 hours which includes a jaunt across London on the underground, it's a pretty good way to travel and I passed the time reading, daydreaming and knitting a bit of sock.
I had four days and three nights away from home and it was a huge luxury for me to take off by myself whilst J held the home front together. He is a very capable man on the home front, effortlessly taking over the parenting reigns which allowed me to go spend a few days with my folks. My parents are doing ok, it was good to see them and be able to spend time with them by myself for a change. I have an uneasy relationship with my parents and at times I confess it really was quite hard going. But still, I am glad I made the journey south and back again, yes, I am glad, despite the emotional difficulties.
One major upside to my Dorset visit was the draw of the sea, I absolutely couldn't wait to take myself down to the water's edge. Dorset in wintertime is really, really lovely, so quiet and beautifully empty and bleak. I've always had a soft spot for seaside locations in winter, they are calm and invigorating all at once. All that pounding surf and salty air, the sounds and scents of the winter beach are intoxicating. I loved being there very, very much.
This past week since I returned from my travels has been hectic, as any Mum of school age children knows only too well. There is so much crammed into these last days of school - a Winter concert, a pantomime, a Christmas play, a Church carol service, Christmas jumpers, non school uniform days, Secret Santa gifts, Christmas cards, assessments and reports, high jinx and exhaustion. Times three. Having three Little People at three different schools has tested my organisational skills to the max this term, but we survived intact and here we are at the welcome start of a two week respite from school routine. Hallelujah, we are all so, so ready for it.
I hope you are all doing good in the run up to Christmas, I hope you are happy and that all is calm and bright in your days. Go gently my friends xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx