So we went to Porthminster Beach with other year six kids and their Mums to mark the end of it all. I forgot the wet suits, towels and board shorts. What kind of Mum am I? A question Alfie asked me. I had no answer. I need to re-think the beach bag.
Fun was had anyway. Olly just went for it. Alfie borrowed some boardies.
The boys were hungry when we left the beach, so we became tourists for an hour instead of trudging back up the hill and home. The boys ate sausage rolls and ice cream. We went to the arcade, and window shopped up Fore Street.
It made a change from the usual evening routine, and it felt as if we part of town life during the summer holidays.
All the holiday makers were strolling alone the harbour front. And lots of people we knew too. So I felt connected and a bit touristy at the same time.
It's just another thing I rarely do with the children. I never let them go into the arcade because "We're not on holiday." Spoilsport.
Ice creams from Jus' Desserts are what Nanny buys the boys. Not me. Humbug.
It sometimes feels like too much of an effort to go into town of an evening, when you aren't even on holiday. Moan.
|This shop window is just for me....|
The boys thoroughly enjoyed their extended end of term fun. And I got to talk to Alfie about plans for the summer. He made me realise that I should talk to him before I make plans. He is nearly eleven and a half after all. I always forget this.
He is growing up and growing away.
"Can we do this again, Mum?"
"What like a tourist?"
"Yeah. Let's be a tourist for the night!"
So that's what we will do.
(and yes, I know three posts in one day is excessive. I have packed a huge amount into today. And at mid-night, I should be in the land of nod. I have decided on one post a week only during the summer holidays. Starting..............................now).