I know I’m not the most prolific blog poster in the world at the best of times, but I’ve decided to be more informative about my absences from the blogosphere this year. So I’m off for a bit. Tooodle-oo!
Where are you going!? I hear you cry… Well I would love to tell you I’m jetting away to the sunny climes of Barbados as my pictures might suggest, but I’m not. My husband is for, I don’t know, the seventh time but I’m not. No, my son and I are instead heading off to lovely Lincolnshire to stay with family and so blogging will be taking a back seat.
I won’t be completely quiet, however, on Tuesday 8 March I’ll be publishing the next post in the Creative Mothers series…I’m so enjoying this series and hope you are too. You can find all the previous posts here. And if you’re reading this and would like to be involved with the series, please get in touch using the contact details here.
As if that wasn’t noisy enough, I fully intend be back the week after with news and tales from my blogging break.
In the meantime my chums, I leave you with this picture of one our very favourite places in Barbados, which I will NOT be visiting anytime soon…did I mention get that already!?
My husband was kind enough to text me this last year when he was there and I was far, far away (in so many ways) extricating an 18th month old from a wet swing in a muddy play area.
Just for context he sent it to me to show me the stump of a lovable and much-photographed (by us anyway!) palm tree that had been felled between 2014 and 2015. This small, and shrinking, stretch of beach was our garden for a period, we would have our morning tea and our evening rum on the sand. We spent a very special time here in 2012 recovering from life and I’ll be thinking about this lovely island lots in the coming weeks.