Memories

Mum Making Memories

Mum Making Memories

Memory

All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
Life was beautiful then

By Andrew Lloyd Webber

Well. I’ve just farewelled the last of our January guests – 3 lads ranging from ‘c’mon Bec – I’m almost 12’, to 14, to 16. In the past 3 weeks, we’ve had four nephews, one niece, eight adults, their intermittent children, and a dog. OK – there was no dog. And then there were the catch-ups with friends passing through.

 You see, January is peak season for us. When everyone else is kicking back, drink in one hand, book in the other, I can generally be found at home washing sheets and making beds, (if I haven’t got you to make it yourself). At this point I need to hurriedly add – I LOVE January, and I love our guests. I feel very honoured that people make time in their limited days off to stop in and catch up, because let’s face it, the year passes all too quickly and I am not one for regular phone catch-ups (as soon as I so much as picture the phone in my head, a child cries. Amazing – so telepathic!) Continue reading