We didn’t travel to Europe or the Grand Canyon or the Galapagos Islands this summer. We didn’t even make it as far as Montreal. But we did get to spend a bit of time shuffling around as a family for pretty much the first time ever. This is the first year since 2006 in which we haven’t had a baby, moved house or written a book, so we were able to use at least a couple vacation days actually, er, vacationing. I know!
And while I’d be quite happy to never again have another baby or move house, there is a little beach-side cottage at Crystal Beach that I can totally see writing a book in. Well, I could if my children ever learn to swim and I no longer have to hover over them in knee-deep water. Also, if the beach cottage is air conditioned which it probably isn’t.