When we first found out that we would be spending the summer in Northern France with Eddy’s work of course our first consideration was travel. With two young children and a whole month to cater for it seems a natural decision to bypass the restricted leg room and luggage allowance of a plane ride, the torture of being cooped up in the car for what would feel like days on end when the littlest isn’t exactly a huge fan and head straight to the Ferry.
A few days ago as we went about our ordinary mornings of getting ready for school and work Eva turned to me and said “Mum I miss taking outfit photos every day like when we were in France, shall we do it now?” And whilst I did explain that school uniform was probably not something that would be that interesting every single day she was so keen that I didn’t have the heart to say no. I did indeed take a photo of them in front of our newly painted but still a little tired garage door. The littlest had no shoes on because she was spending the day at home with my sister and they both had cheesy grins, but I dutifully posted it on instagram and went off to work.
It seems surreal to say that beach days for us are an ordinary moment. Living in Staffordshire we are pretty much as far away as you can get from a beach. Yet at the moment and for 4 whole weeks we have one within a 3 minute walk. So it is, if not just for now, an ordinary moment.