Leisure Time

We had our first camping trip of the year at the end of May which ended up during the first great weather weekend, as well. Thirty degrees and not a cloud in the sky and a total of 33 kids and adult campers in our group made it our for Paul's birthday weekend. This big group seemed to be too much for our first destination and the lonely two campers that got caught up in our convoy; thank to their complaining provoked perhaps by our chatting did get us evicted the very next morning. FYI: Christchurch Camping and Caravan Ground in the Forest of Dean doesn't let you talk after 10pm because it is a family site... the kids in our group ages 9 months to 16 years didn't seem to have any problems falling asleep, but never mind. We found a better campsite just around the corner the next day complete with horses and free range chickens. Oh yes, I must explain that when I say campsite in England, I really mean a farmer's field... not a little clearing next to a brook in the forest like a Canadian campsite. "Campsites" may or may not have facilities of sorts on them; this one did have a shower and toilet block in a make-shift mobile home type thing and running water... great for the kiddy paddling pools! I highly recommend bringing an inflatable paddling pool along with an air mattress when camping in sunny weather as it serves as an instant refresher and doubles as a large vat to keep your cider cool.

Tracy and Nick as Simon serenades us all.

Free Range Zack Abbotts

Other than "catching the sun" (getting tanned) and your typical ball and Frisbee games, the convoy took a trip to Broome Farm which produces its own cider on site and supplies fruit to Magners. It is set in the gorgeous English countryside where you can order freshly made Cream Teas. A Cream Tea is a wonderful English treat consisting of tea (duh), scones (biscuits), jam, and clotted cream. You know you are having a good Cream Tea when the scones are freshly baked and you can stand your ickle spoon straight up in the cream.

From the English countryside to the French Riviera, Craig and I have had a month of leisure it would seem. We have just got back from a week long holiday in Sainte Maxime in the South of France. Our friend Vicky has privileges at a family villa and invited us along for a holiday with her hubby Richard and their two kids Zach (nearly 3) and Luke (9 months). The villa is a gorgeous typical little home on the hillside with a view of the Med from the estate terrace (on our doorstep). As always with the Abbotts', we ate (and drank) very well all week... including Moules and Frites where for 15 Euros I received an entire soup pot of mussels in a delicious white wine cream sauce, Steak Tartare (Richard dared and finished 300g + of raw seasoned ground beef topped with a raw egg- and yes, I did try it, and yes- Richard felt the ill effects of eating that much raw ground beef), and gourmet gelato (chocolate epice was le bon choix- dark chocolate and nutmeg/cinammon/ all spice). We visited Ste. Tropez and did see some big yachts, but didn't see any celebs. Steak Tartare

View from the villa to the Med

Unfortunately our holiday did take a turn for the worst (worse than England's performances at the World Cup thus far) halfway through when we were confined to the villa for the entirety of a day because of torrential rain. I have never ever seen so much rain sheeting down and it was reported that in one day the area received as much rain as England gets in five months. This rain did cause devastation as you may or may not have heard... we were, and 95% of local businesses were without power for approximately 48 hours as much of the area around us had flooded and damaged the main power line. Cars were swept off the highway in places; we saw an old campervan straddled over the highway barrier, and those toilet blocks that are like small mobile homes flipped on their sides at the beach. The beach itself was closed for swimming, not that you would want to go because the lovely Cote d'Azur was murky brown. Oh well... we did get a few nice days of weather before the storm and quite typically, everything was starting to sort itself out the day that we left.

Back to reality now while Craig and I buckle down for the summer. The next big thing coming up is my first half marathon in Birmingham on July 3rd, so wish me luck! Until then, let's hope that England can give us something to cheer about for the rest of the World Cup!