Coming back after a holiday in Scotland, I always feel the need for another holiday. FP and I did so much in the two weeks that we were staying at my parent's house in the North of Glasgow that there was not one single day where we actually got to relax as such. By the end of the holiday we were so exhausted that we were going to bed at 10pm and stressing over the idea of having to drive 10 hours back to France (did I mention we came by car and boat?). But still, we made it back home in one peice in the end and only fell asleep at the wheel twice (just kidding, mum!).
On the boat to Portsmouth
After 2 hours of driving in France, 6 hours on the boat, a lovely sleep in Southampton's Premier Inn Hotel and then 8 hours of driving, we arrived at my parent's house. We then had a wee party with these wonderful people:
My brother and his girlfriend
My lovely wee mum
And my wonderful dad.
It was exhilarating and surreal to be there with them. When you come by plane, you step on in one country and step off in another. It's fast and you're in no doubt that you've arrived. But when we came by car we passed through all of England and then part of Scotland before we got to our final destination and it was so long and gradual that when we did finally arrive, neither of us were quite sure how we had got there.
That first night passed by in a gush of heady, wonderful moments, all of us talking the hind legs off a donkey and enjoying each other's company after realising that we were finally all together as a family for the first time in seven months. It was awesome.