Hurrah – school is out and we are packing for a week’s holiday on the Isle of Skye. We are going to stay in a house where my family enjoyed an annual holiday from when I was nine until I turned fifteen. I have very happy memories of hot summer days spent there, swimming at the little beach, finding our own cave, painting watercolour pictures of the sea and the mountains and watching the sunset behind the Cuillins. Not much else happened on those holidays and by the time I was fifteen I think I needed more company and more activity. Memories of the perfections and imperfections of family holidays make me very determined to work hard this week at enjoying time together. I regularly wrote a holiday diary as a child and recently found one from when I was thirteen and staying in this same house. The entry above is typical and makes me smile and laugh a little at my thirteen year old self. I have bought notebooks for D and K and hope I can inspire them to create their own journals for this week.
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