‘Each day had a tranquility a timelessness about it so that you wished it would never end’.
I thought I’d share some of my favourite holiday photos over here on my blog because I feel like this was such a special family trip for us, our last holiday as a family of three before our new addition to the family arrives. It’s like the end of an era for the three of us, and man, we had fun.
Also I know these photos will get lost in the digital depths of my computer or Instagram somewhere if I don’t pop them all together in one place. I’ve actually started printing off photos again, old school style and popping them in albums… is it just me or does anyone else just love having a physical album?! Don’t get me wrong I love Instagram as much as the next blogger but I do miss the days of tangible photos, and the whole process you go through to get them. Listen to me harping on- I do sometimes think I’m a bit of an old lady trapped in a younger women’s body!
Anyway, this post isn’t going to be anything fancy, mostly because being 30 weeks pregnant in this heat tends to be somewhat exhausting, and I can hardly function come the evenings, let alone string a decent sentence together. So I guess this’ll be more like a little diary entry. I think I’d like to bring my blog back to that kind of style a bit, like when I first started it. Less structured storytelling and more like what’s going on in my mind.
I’m quite a sentimental person with most things, but this family trip to Corfu in Greece felt particularly special to me, for a few different reasons. I always feel like a have a certain connection with my mum here, almost as though I can almost sense her presence on the island, like in a way, that is where I feel her with me the most. You see,when I was a teenager my mum and I would take trips to the Greek Islands together and I have so many lovely memories of her here, and now coming back as a mother myself now, I find myself with a newfound appreciation of all of those memories we have together. So coming back with my own family, always feels that little bit more significant. It brings me a certain level of contentment like no other, almost like they are meeting each other in a way.
We had so many memorable moments; Wondering around the charmingly rustic pastel stacked buildings in old town, hand in hand with Grayson- who spent most of his days with an ice-cream in hand and a sticky face!; The boat trips we took out on the clear, glistening turquoise water, anchoring only occasionally when we saw what looked like a friendly place to stop for a swim in the sea and a Greek salad; The stray cats constantly at or heels each supper time time, with Grayson proclaiming his undying love for them (just like I used to do when I was a child visiting the Greek Islands with my Mum); Our little morning rituals of having a sleepy, hazy breakfast on the balcony , the gentle dappled sun warming my face, babe wriggling in my stomach and the three of us consuming the juiciest watermelons.
Until next time Greece (because there is always a next time for you), thank you for having us. You are truly spectacular.