Hope everyone is enjoying the summer holidays! As always they seem to be rushing by too fast and I know for some, they are over already.
It annoys me no end that you see these “Back to school” signs everywhere for everything from stationery to shoes. I well remember coming over all depressed and miserable in the school holidays as soon as the “Trutex” adverts came on telly. Remember those?
They went something like, “Trutex, Trutex – we love Trutex shirts… and blouses!” With all these kids looking deliriously happy to be going back to school. Pah! Best years of your life? I think not.
I asked one of my grandsons what his favourite thing to do in the holidays was, thinking we were in for another trip to Clacton pier perhaps, or the beach and he immediately said “Boat trip!”
So we did.
If you’re ever in the Felixstowe/Shotley/Harwich area and particularly if the weather is good, I recommend a trip on the Foot Ferry. It’s only a short crossing and you can stay until the next crossing (about two hours), come straight back or make your way back by road. They do river tours too.
And if you go to Shotley at the weekend, the HMS Ganges museum is open on Saturdays, Sundays and Bank Holidays.
It isn’t far from Erwarton which, legend has it, is where Anne Boleyn’s heart was buried in a heart shaped box – not Joe Hill’s Heart Shaped Box which is a completely different kettle of fish - or even completely different heart shaped box.
We went on Wednesday and it couldn’t have been a more perfect day. The water in the harbour was as flat and still as glass and the sun was hot.
We saw this again! It never fails to make me laugh. No, not the tree, look closer. I've posted a picture of this on here before.
There was even time for making sandcastles.
And now it is blowing a gale which is probably why the Fizzlet has been going so crazy! Why do cats always go mad just before the wind blows?
Hardly seems possible she’s gone from this…
Indy still enjoys going for walks - sometimes! Sometimes he'd rather stay home and snooze the day away on the sofa. He does what he wants to do and that's what it's all about isn't it.