Holiday with Dave

 I distinctly remember an awkward moment when the car was packed, the brothers were running wild, and my Dad was at the door, and my Mum was sitting in the kitchen...

"I'm not going...."

"You're not....going?"

You don't want to drive too far...and possibly, probably, almost certainly break down, get a flat or overheat, contract a reportable disease, see a gushing artery...end up in the burns unit?
And get rescued or not get rescued...
you don't want to get car sick because the boys wont sit still?...
And eat your cornflakes in a layby...

You don't want to get the gate key from smelly "bacon and old people" Mrs. Williams, after the pigs? And the dogs...and the geese?
At Pant Farm?

You don't want to walk more than you've walked in a year...just to get the milk?
You don't want to put the old tent up in a force gale wind and pray?
You don't want to wake up with the sheep, at dawn?

You don't want to hold your breathe while your kids climb rock faces and sometimes fall...you don't want to sit at the tent for ten hours while the mountain rescue look for your husband, who thought he  could swim the bay?

You don't want to climb the head land, jump the waves, jump from the cliff face into the sea?
You don't want to pick flowers.
Walk the lanes.
Talk for hours.
....

Play Scrabble and lose?

"Mum, what's wrong with you?"


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