I’m in that strange time space again.
Where it feels like the summer holidays have flown by, but at the same time it feels like a lifetime ago that the children broke up from school. I can’t quite get my head around the fact that we’re into the last week of the holidays though.
We had a good week last week, with a sunny morning spent in Brynmill Park, a trip to Cardiff to meet up with my siblings and their children and another day with them here in Swansea.
I absolutely love seeing all the cousins together, and watching the relationships develop as they all get older.
Steve’s off work now for the last week of the school holidays and we kicked things off with a trip to the beach on Saturday.
It was a gloriously sunny day so Steve and the children went for a proper swim in the sea, while I had a paddle and took some photos. One of these days I’ll leave the camera at home and get in for a proper swim myself!
They had a brilliant time though, and it was just beautiful down there.
Then that evening we did something that I’d promised the children we would do all summer. We had a sleepover in the living room.
The plan had always been to pile a load of duvets and blankets and cushions on the floor and sleep there. But Steve decided to step things up a gear and mentioned the tent that we had stashed away in the cupboard under the stairs.
So I’m writing this on Sunday morning with a big old tent still up in our living room.
The children slept in there with duvets and blankets and I slept on the sofa. Steve somehow got away with being allowed to sleep upstairs with our bed all to himself.
It was great though, we all slept pretty well all things considered, and Rhys and Nerys were so excited about doing something so different.
Who knows, maybe one day we’ll pitch the tent in the garden and really feel like we’re camping!