|Photo by Hannah Thompson|
So we wanted to make sure that we got together as a family over the summer. Over a two-week period of nagging, I extracted term dates from the offspring and we then went ahead and rented a cottage in the UK at a point when we should all have been available. Then Perran got a Summer job and couldn’t join us. Then Carenza realised she had exams after what should have been the end of term and would join us later. Pascoe had succeeded in putting the time aside for us, but even so, when would all five of us be together again?
Seems like the answer is now. At Easter.
Offspring have appeared from each corner of the country and taken up residence. It is as if they had never been away. I have to keep reminding myself that this is an illusion. I am no longer here – I am training to teach. And my children are no longer here – they are studying. Except that now there is food to be bought, beds to be made up, relatives to be visited. Just like the old days.
I look at the weather forecast. It’s going to be cloudy. It might rain. There’s a chill breeze. But whatever it says, as a family, our summer is now.