Hello all, I had a dream of a weekend at Sisterhood Camp, more on that later. It got me thinking about our family plans for the summer and what we might get up to.
In August the three of us are off to the Just So Festival at Rode Hall in Cheshire. We’ve never been before but over the last few years I have seen several friends take their little ones along, and it always looks like such good fun.
Reading through the Just So Festival website is like stepping into another world – one that is full of magic. For three days in late August, Just So offers a chance to dream, play, get messy, have fun, and step outside day-to-day normality.
One of my favourite things to do at the weekend is have a long, slow, family lunch, where we gather around the table, get to spend time together, and enjoy home cooked food.
When your family is spread around the world it can’t help but alter what being together feels like. Once or maybe twice a year, if we are lucky, do we all get to exist under the same roof for a day or two, and back in July we had a whole week of family time.
Even though July’s vacation seems a long time ago, the memories are lasting, and I still carry the essence of our time together. I hope when Winter comes, and the sun seems far away, I will be able to close my eyes and transport myself back to our Summer in France. If not, I have this to remind me…
Stories from France…
August has been as sweet as peaches. Full of long days, where the sunlight lingers late into the evening and the heat hangs in the air.
I love Autumn, but I always find the summer hard to let go of. If you read my last post, you will know why particularly the start of this September was always going to be tricky. But, before we get lost in this month, here is the ‘Monthly Voice for August’ featuring what we’ve been loving and what has captured my heart this month…
Back in Wales during September, we had a magical moment on holiday. Something happened that changed the course of our day.
We were having an awful morning, full of frustration and toddler tears, and an encounter with a beautiful part of Snowdonia National Park completely shifted all of our moods. It was as if the time spent amongst nature had a profound impact on us. Does nature have a therapeutic effect on our well being? And is there even such a thing as nature therapy?