Mothers Day

So excited, the surprises, the gifts, the blindfolds to the resturant. The breakfast in bed. But the best gifts of all? The flowers and chocolate broughts by the Bluebell on her own, she was so quitely proud and the heart shaped leaf picked off the cliff from the little one and brought to me.

I am so lucky to have these two. The love each other and us so very much and really are the children I can take anywhere. Being a mother is a wonderful journey. It can be a tough one too, but worth all the pain for the gift at the end.


I swam with Mermaids

We went to Mexico!

It was beautiful and the furest we have travelled with the flower girls.

They were so excited. The little one decided after we had booked she didnt want to go she wanted to go to Africa. ” I want to see Tigers, Elelphants and Giraffs, but real ones in the wild” Then is changed to Madagasca. But to be hoest wheb we got there she was happy. The wildlife was like nothing they had seen before.

The local buses didnt agree with either of them, the younger being far more vocal about it. Being shoved on a mini bus, sat at the back while we were at the front, bobbing around with the Mexican workers crammed in so much that only on each other laps would surffice didnt go down well. However its a life experiance and I loved it for them.

We swam with Dolphins, ” chance of a life time I said” ” Well maybe more for you, the age you are” I was told.

It was amazing and the Bluebell was delighted and the Fleur actually shook with excitment ( or fear?) waiting her turn.

For me, the best part. Well I swam with Mermaids. The last day of our holiday, as we collected shells to take home, and sand as the little one wanted to scatter some of Mexico onto our beaches here in Cornwall, I decided to go for a last snorkle. The girls didnt fancy the masks, but came with me with just goggles.

It was a red flag day ,again, and there were no life jackets to be hired. My little troupers swam like fishes through the waves. When they saw something they liked they dived deep to get a better look. I was thrilled to see them so calm and confident in the sea, but they terrified the life out of me too. But I took a moment and thought to myself as I watched, this is it, I now know what its like to swim with real mermaids. It was a total pleasure.



2018 Came

New year was amazing we went as The Wizard of Oz. Our town is wild New Year and the children have always embraced it as well as us. This year for the first time we were in town for midnight… well on our door step, but as good as!

However the new year brought a nasty flu for the little Fleur. She stayed in my bed close by for weeks, but her thoughtful ness came through. One morning sghe woke to tell me she needed water. ” I woke in the night” she said ” but i didnt drink, as I didnt want to wake you, this bottle is so loud when I use it.” So kind always.


When she finally went back to school, it was to soon. ” I let Ben down” she said, ” I told him I was coming back, and i didn’t”

The big sister took care of her with me too, alaways there, always kind, alsways so very sweet. She is now a prefect at school, a position that suits her so well. She was made for stuff like this and I am so proud of her.

Shes growing up now and i can feel childhood slipping away fast. Its breaking my heart, but I need to embrace the next stage. I am trying to be strong.

The young lady I see developing, is a good onw, a trythful and brave one and yet far too kind. Can you be too kind? I would like to say not, but I fear you can be. I am glad shes here in Cprnwall, where time is a little slower and more gentle. She derserves that.

Our Crazy Cornish Town

We have totally embraced winter here in our little coastal town. Cozy hot chocolates in bars. Wandering the quite streets, lit with Christmas lights. Walks when the only faces we see are those we know. Its like stepping back in time, and I wouldnt miss this time for the world.

The shops are holding their Christmas display windows, and they are incredible this year. Some are truly works of art. We have enjoyed wandering the streets enjoying them. The girls gleaning great ideas for future art projects.

Our house is decorated for Christmas, our favorite time of year. The girls are wildly excited, and school has been fantastic this month, filled with wonderful Christmas singing , fetes, Christmas arts and crafts and Church services.

At home we have made our Christmas cake, every member of the house hold taking a turn to stir. Last night the girls made the Chocolate log to be cut Christmas Eve. Tradition runs strong in our house, and we look forward to our moments.

A week ago our little town held its annual Lantern Parade. We were there for the first one and it was a small affair with a handful of people. The event has now grown, involving business’s and schools. Other parades we have attended as spectators in the past have been tranquil events. Lanterns moving slowly through the darkened streets, not in our Crazy town. A samba band led the huge procession, father christmas joined in. The crowd danced and weaved its way through the hundreds of people wating. It was amazing. The little one moved her hips in time to the music, the bigger one more reserved but loving every moment. We saw so many friends along the way who waved and cheered. i think it was our best night out ever.

This time of year makes me realise just how lucky we are to live here and be part of this small but amazing town. As much as I love the summer months, its the winter i love most here, and its the winter that drew me to the sea in the first place. The next three weeks are going to be equally amazing, with the Christmas holidays approaching. Loving every moment.


8th birthday

In a flurry of gifts and balloons our baby turned 8.

The theme for her wild party of drop slides and crazy climbing was half mine craft and half skylanders. She started her big day with a treasure hunt after school that took her finally to the roller rink, with hot chocolate and fun on the way. She speed around with her sister and we gorged on junk food. All in all her day was perfect. She took mini football fairy cakes to school and we had a football pitch family cake and a minecraft cake for her party the following day.

She greeted her friends with hugs and cheers. We love her so much. Shes different and fun and ever so slightly bonkers, long may it last little fleur.



Its Been Too Long

The last blog mentioned the end of summer, since that time we were blessed with more sun. The girls went back to school and we found ourselves on the beach again. Running down to The Harbour in school uniforms for lazy afternoons and ice cream. Drinking hot chocolates while surf lessons happened. Life in September was good.

October brought Halloween, a crazed night of sweets and door knocking. We had a party for a few friends and the Cornish weather was mild.

We ventured to Wales and Bristol. Took in beautiful sights, wild rapids and mountains in Wales. The little one was delighted when she thought she could climb Snowden. Alas this was not the trip. Her face full of delight and then regret, led to a promise from her Dad, he will climb it with her one day. In a act of mad defiance, she ran off anyway when our backs where turned and scaled her own pathway like a mountain goat.

She will be 8 soon, where have the years gone? She bounces into our room early each morning singing ” Happy nine days to my birthday to me” or whatever day we are on that morning.  Shes bright as a button, yet still as silly as a toddler. She questions everything in life. ” Why are we long sighted?” . She told me the other night that ” Nature can be so sad sometimes, but it has to be” as we watched The Big Blue on TV. I love her to bits, shes so amazing. In Bristol she “became a piece of Art” standing so still in the art gallery while tourists whizzed by her. Shes funny and such great company to be with. How we ever lived life without her I will never know.

Her talent for Football has been noted. She was asked to trial for a Football Development Center. She got through on her first trial, they didn’t need to do the second one. She loves to play, and is the only girl there. It terrifies but delights her to go every week. Its a challenge to play with boys, who don’t know her, yet seem to know each other so well. Some weeks shes included, some weeks she “feel’s invisible” she tells me. I delight in her face when shes mid game, yet my heart breaks when I see her calling for the ball and being ignored. She feels butterflies in her tummy everytime we arrive, but sums up all her courage to run onto the pitch to join in. She knows its her choice, there is never force in our family, we and our children make our own choices in life and it works for us. Even school is optional for them, they have always known that. And yet they have always wanted to go ( well apart from the odd day here and there) She feels her “girl power” coming through every week and it pleases her. I am thrilled she has found a passion, we have been through a number of things to get here, Gymnastics, ballet,horse riding,swimming, surfing, surf-lifesaving. You name it, she has done it, yet here we now are with football. Not my choice at all, and yet that makes it even more special. This has totally come from her, from her heart, from her soul. Our very own little super hero, pocket rocket. Brave in so many ways, yet can be easily hurt. Shes small and wild and ever so slightly crazy. Shes the bravest thing ever right now, but that’s her story to tell, not mine. And yet shes so sweet. Those who know her have a friend for life. Shes loyal and passionate about her family and friends, and i know she will go to the end of the earth for those handful of people that she considers to be her special people. Run wild my little Fleur, and I will be running behind you all the way to catch you if you ever fall. I am looking forward to this week to celebrating her 8 years of life. When she was born in a flurry of medical emergencies, transfers to Bristol, and a very long ten days in special care, I knew there was something amazing about her will to survive and conquer all. She showed them, shes still showing them and I take my hat off to her!


Fireworks On The Beach

IMG_7613Meeting friend’s in a cosy bar, the tide high and the moon full. After food we wandered down the coastal path to a beach, dodging high waves that crashed over the sea wall. Screaming laughing children arriving at last to the safety of a more sheltered beach. Sparklers ,waiting for the fireworks to start. Sandy boots and sandy hands on 5th November. Firework bangs competing with the crash of the wild sea. We love living here in our little Cornish coastal town.