I have not been to Jersey for almost nine years. In fact the last time I went to the British Isle I was newly pregnant with my first child. I was pregnant enough to be proudly popping out of my clothes but not pregnant enough to know that I was carrying twins.
That shock was still a couple of months away.
But the memories of Jersey from almost a decade ago were good. We went for a wedding, saw love united. I remember cycling around the beach, suffering sickness by the sea, and eating good food and avoiding decent drink.
I have always wanted to return.
This half term, I have been granted that pleasure.
The view to my left currently is that of the ocean, the sun sits high amongst whispers of clouds. The ship on which I am sailing is just steadily pulling into Guernsey before taking us to our final destination of Jersey where our holiday will begin.
The kids are excited, I feel the same in between bouts of sea sickness that even two gingerbread men and a glass of rose have failed to cure.
Already I am starting to feel the slow ebb of calm that floods through me when we take a break from the norm and go exploring elsewhere.
The ferry has been a treat so far, the Captain invited us onto the bridge to get a real birds eye view of the vast water ahead of us. There was a moment of fear where Owen looked to press every button but the quick thinking Captain distracted him with tall tales of pirates and sharks and the boat remained on course.
The kids have watched films, eaten pasta and hotdogs. I have drank wine and made a start on my book.
The journey has started to become the vacation.
The Longueville Hotel. The only five star hotel on the island, it looks simply delicious from the website. I am terrified my children will not behave…
But it says it is a family friendly destination, and god knows my three little terrors will put that to the test.
Our Jersey adventure starts here…