I checked back in this blog to find at the Isle of Wight http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2009/04/isle-of-wight-youth-hostel.html youth hostel grand daughter #1 lost her tooth and we needed to call the tooth fairy. This time her little sister, only five, had a wobbly tooth, but nothing was lost.
The blog reminds that husband had planned the trip telling me we were going but omitting to mention that we were staying in a youth hostel with grandchildren. Now I might know better and be less surprised.
In August 2009 we went to Shropshire here and I took photos, photos of the birds nesting in the youth hostel, and photos of the gliding site we visited. Last year at Pembrokeshire, when I had a great time surfing I didn't blog, and husband didn't get much in the way of photos of the surfing. I had an unforgettable time surfing, yet I remember little of the hostel. I remember going round a castle and someone falling and not being able to get down a narrow staircase so a helicopter came to rescue her. I took photos but didn't blog the holiday. A blog helps me retrieve these memories. This trip I would have taken my camera but it is being mended. The visual memories are
- walking over the hill top the first morning, and sheltering under trees with another family under the next trees waiting for the rain to stop;
- watching rain coming in over Cheddar reservoir and we are already pretty wet, and hoping the others will hurry up but we're about to become thoroughly drenched.
- the high roof of the Cheddar cave
- the huge cliffs of the gorge
- the soft sleeping face of granddaughter #4 on her bunk in the morning
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