Best holiday? Ever? It’s hard to pick one. I am SUCH a fan of a holiday – I love the process of choosing where to go – when all of a sudden anything (Overseas? Why the hell not!) or anywhere (I hear that Libya is nice that time of year) is a possibility and you trawl through the internet searching for places, imagining yourself, cocktail in hand – there, no there, oh wait, THERE! I can waste hours, days, weeks looking for THE place to go. I love getting there, being away from home as I always seem to be so much more relaxed. I don’t need to wash, and clean, and stay tidy and clean – everything that I do at home seems to go on holidays too. Daisy seems to be happier as she has her Mum and Dad every day with her – and we are all just that – happier. I LOVE me a holiday!
I have been so lucky the last few years to have some truly amazing trips away to some beautiful places. Why just last year we went to Lord Howe Island as well as many weekends away up to Rob’s Dad’s farm and long weekends to the country and the beach with friends and to my Dad’s place at the beach. In fact we go away A LOT. But that’s because I love it – the road trip, the time away with friends and family, the adventures, the fresh air – I love it! Rob and I had an amazing time in Thailand for our honeymoon where we ate and drank and slept and ate and drank and read which was fantastic, and then we had a big last hurrah trip to Ireland & the UK and Europe for his 30th just before we started trying for kids.
But the best? Well what can I say? Here, let me show you…(sorry I got a little carried away)