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Holidays again

Remember last year when we went strawberry picking? (If not, find it here) Warning – large photo dump below.

Holiday destination of choice was Gullane this year (anyone local who could tell me whether it’s Gull-ahn or Gull-ayne? We  heard both during the week). Located on the Firth of Forth, it’s a beautiful wee town with amazing ice cream. We rented a house through North Berwick Holiday Homes. Well, to be accurate, my parents did, as we are broke due to new baby and maternity pay. The house was basic, but perfectly fine for what we needed. Ten minute walk to the beach:

 

Stephen, Stephen, Lynn and TWM

 

Ask my Dad about the Rangers players who used to run up and down these…

No, I don’t know either.

Bundle!

 

There was a trip to visit friends, but with two sleeping children in the car I didn’t want to take them out of  the car and wake them (NEVER wake a sleeping baby!). So Mr Dr L turned butler and brought us tea in the carpark.

 

That was exciting when TWM woke up – but not as exciting as accessing Mrs Dr L’s sweetpeas by climbing out the window!

We’re still talking about this.

 

On Friday we reprised last year’s strawberry picking trip. This time the venue was Belhaven Fruit Farm, about 3 miles south-west of Dunbar. The farm has several poly-tunnels for PYO fruit, a play-park, and a cafe with all attendant facilities.

 

 

Is this one ready, Mummy?

 

 

The cafe had a good range of snacks and meals and was very reasonably priced. Mum and Dad sampled the local speciality:

 

The play-park is well-designed and with tables and chairs arranged around one end TWM could come and go while we rested.

Meanwhile I purchased another local speciality for later consumption, having tried a taster from the cafe counter –

 

Gold stars to the staff who were friendly and helpful to a man (and woman).

Teeny spent a lot of time like this –

 

but occasionally was awake. Isn’t she getting big?

 

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In Victorian times, Glaswegian families would travel down the river to towns on the Firth of Clyde for their summer holidays. Today my sister, TWM and I took our own mini-break down the coast in the form of a day-trip to Dunoon.

We queued for a ferry:

Lynn  was excited,

TWM? Not so much.

We  managed to be at the front of the ferry.

TWM found this exciting, though not as much as the man wearing a hat. Discussion round the man wearing the hat occupied much of the 20-minute crossing.

We met up with friends who are on holiday from London. They are excitedly awaiting a much-longed-for double arrival at the end of the year and I couldn’t be happier for them. They are good peoples for whom this is a long time coming. Judging by the impression made on TWM, J will be a fabulous dad!

We decided to drive back to Glasgow the long way round, rather than taking the ferry back – the scenery is just gorgeous, although obscured by typical Scottish weather at times. However we were given extra time to admire one part of the route –

All in, twas a lovely day. I am always astounded by the diversity and the beauty of my country, and in areas so close to where I live. Things to be grateful for #26,954.

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Ah… how lovely to feel relaxed! I’d almost forgotten what that’s like.

We didn’t think we’d get away this year, as money is tighter than a tight thing wound tight, but my parents were very generous and rented a slightly bigger holiday cottage than they’d planned and took us with them. So we’re just back from a week in Fife, in Lower Largo. We were staying in White Cottage, which was not luxuriously furnished – but the location and views more than made up for that!

There were lots of trips to the park, sandcastles on the beach, and tea drunk in the conservatory contemplating the view (and futile guesses as to the types of birds who paraded themselves in front of us). Trips out, meetings with friends, life pondered and celebrated. All together, the best kind of holiday.

Our view from the house:

We had the obligatory trip to A&E due to a finger-trapped-in-electric-window incident – this was the bath workaround 1.0 –

Strawberry picking at Blacketyside Farm was a real hit, one of the best parts of our holiday. It was great for TWM to realise that strawberries don’t just appear in the supermarket. He loved carrying his tub and filling it with berries – he was no fool though, and accepted all donations from helping hands – and my, were those strawberries delicious. It makes you realise the price we pay for ‘convenience’ food – however fresh the supermarket may claim their fruit is, it’s not a patch on fresh hand-picked straight from the farm.

We spent a day in St Andrews – firstly in Craigtoun Country Park and then in the town itself, catching up with friends who’ve had a very tough year. They are inspirational, and it was wonderful to see their littlest boy looking so well and healthy. Their older boy is the same age as TWM, so they had a cracking time running around together.

And the boys and their daddies experienced the  thrill of the ride – Orient Express eat your heart out…

Oh, and we celebrated a birthday 🙂

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