A decade a year someone told me I would visit Cornwall once and become addicted. I scoffed at the idea of holidaying in the same place multiple times.
I have wandering feet, I ache to explore, one place in the Uk would never hold my attention.
I’m writing this on the decking of my caravan, on the tenth year of spending the summer in Crantock.
I’ve eaten my words many times over in a place I have come to associate with tranquility, friendship and still the odd adventure….
Each year I marvel at how life changes with each spin around the sun. Last year – our summer was hard, aneroxia was worming it’s way into our family, breaking the slight downtime we were enjoying from medical challenges. The mood was tight, anxious and it was to get worse before it got better…
This year, the sun is beaming down at us, food isn’t an argument, I think we will leave aneroxia here this year – on a beach somewhere, allowing the tide to drag her away.
My child has once again done amazingly.
But as one washes away it seems like we are fated for the tide to wash up a fresh medical challenge. The future looks so uncertain right now for my little one who has limped for over a year, eagerly awaiting a big operation with more time on pause – but then to be told somehow, somewhere, a fracture appeared on her pelvis. Dumbfounded simply isn’t the word and at the moment I’m sad, really, really sad. A break really would be nice.
But yet what stays the same, is the family I have down here, the group of people who come time and time again and allow us to share in their memories. Despite the dark cloud I didn’t disguise particularly well, they seem to still want us around.
26 of us this year, it is choas, carnage and yet freaking beautiful knowing you are surrounded by folk who love you as you do them.
It’s a curious thing your holiday family, folk you rarely see, if at all, through the year; but then as soon as August appears, you pick up where you left off – just another year old; and the kids growing taller.
I want to be here in 10 years, even if it is just me and the dogs left, and my tribe of grown up friends (and of course my youngest goddaughter who will still need a pal for adventures.)
Crantock – once again you have claimed my heart, along with my best little mate Baxter.
Thank you for the sunshine
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