Every few years we have a weekend away with our extended family of Bryce/Mackies. The Mackies head South of the border, and we drive North until we meet half-way; in a beautifully converted barn in the Lake District.
As kids we’d spend countless school holidays in Scotland with our cousins, so it’s wonderful to be now sharing those experiences with our own little ‘uns.
It’s been a few years since our last get together, in which time there’s been a lot of baby dropping going on. Six and three quarter new family members if you include Helen’s large bump.
We normally meet nearer Christmas but this year we plumped for a date in September, crossed our fingers, and only went and found the last day of Summer (what are the chances?)
The kids were over-loaded with adventures, activities, and camp-fires. The adults spoilt with a barbecue, Race Night (thus the hats), Gary’s fabulous food, and lots of laughing.
There were marshmallows on the camp-fire, kite flying, painting, and the obligatory rolling down of hills, and all largely down to the imagination (and patience) of Alistair.
We’d been a house of ill before we left, and unfortunately we had to leave a coughing and spluttering Janet at home in bed, but with Sonny pumped full of antibiotics, and Luca tipsy on Calpol, they loved the whole weekend, and to be fair to Luca, his tantrum was only half-hearted even if it did last a full 24 hours.
Already excited for next year…