We had a short break in Devon where we walked along a pebbly beach, snuggled in a cosy cottage with log fires, ate delicious local food and chugged our way through the rolling hills on an old steam train. Good old fashioned England at its very best.
Benjamin decided he was unhappy to be away from Twickers and howled his way through each night. Then Lily, poor love, got chicken pox, so who knows if I have insomnia at the moment - there's been no opportunity to sleep! I am deeply, deeply exhausted - the kind of exhaustion that crawls into your bones and ties your tongue into a firm bow so no words come out. And Andy has left for the USA today for a work trip, so I'm not relishing this week.
BUT...I would not have missed Devon for the world. This cottage is a place I have been to many times and walking into it I physically feel myself relax. Now I must turn my mind from Devon's rolling hills to the realities of here and now and try to get through this week with that poise that I know sometimes eludes me!
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