Going away on our camper van adventure meant so many things to us. It meant a week of relative freedom – from responsibility, from routine, from ‘normal’. Gosh, we needed it! Coming home, then, truly…
Category: Coming Home
Coming Home – To Travel
I have such strong emotional recollections of camping as a child. A long weekend in the tent with mum and dad and my two sisters, sleeping on bunk camp stretchers, playing endless games of Pontoon…
Coming Home – To Friends
You many have heard on the grapevine something about milestone birthdays and all the festivity that comes with that. In my case the letter ‘f’ featured heavily. Family. February. Flamingoes (that one was a surprise!). …
Coming Home – To Being Bright Like A Diamond
A few years ago (pre-C) I was invited to join a table for the Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend fundraiser for the Women For Challenge. This is a charity that supports the mothers of children…