We’ve been thinking about the summer here at the Palace of Bundance. With a few measly rays of sunshine and the occasional snowdrop, it does actually seem that it’s possible we’ll get there. Wearing shorts and going sock-less doesn’t seem like a crazy fantasy any longer.
And this year, we’d quite like to have a proper go away for a fortnight kind of family holiday. It’ll be a first for us. We’ve done week-long stays here and there but never the whole hog. I just gave a little shudder there, perhaps I’ll be back here in September having been reminded of exactly why seven nights is more than enough.
But until I can think of a good reason why not, it’s a fortnight for us. But who, where, how, when?
The who is easy, there are five of us:
Boy Three will be two by the summer holidays and, I think unreasonably, for rate-charging purposes, is no longer an infant. Although I’ve no intention of liberating him from a cot at night until he provides a written application. He has a short attention span and a lust for adventure.
Boy Two will be nine soon. (Nine, can you believe it?) He’s got a short attention span but can usually be persuaded to have a go at/look at/taste of most things. He gives good cuddles.
Boy Three is 11 and has Aspergers. It’s not really a problem for holidays, but unexpected things can make him a bit anxious and he needs some down time, especially in the early days. He’s also not terribly good at eating strange things although he does try. He’s excellent at remembering things.
The Panther of News. He’s a bit older than me and likes beaches, castles and loafing about. He thinks he wants to go somewhere really hot, but I’m not sure he really does. He also has a short attention span and even after eight years still has the capacity to surprise me (in a good way).
Me. I used to like holidays that were packed with exploration, discovery and, more than likely, hazard. However, now I like to spend time with my family doing something that isn’t really annoying or brain-crushingly dull. If I can see some culture or do something new, that’d be a bonus. Oh, and, the PoN says I’m a snob but I think it’s just an allergy to sports clothes worn in non-sporting environments.
So there we are, a typical family really. And what kind of holiday should we go for?
I’d like it to be warm enough not to need coats but, if I’m honest, I’m over blistering heat. Besides non of the Boys likes to be gooped with sunblock.
We’ve self-catered, but I baulk at cooking in a kitchenette (nothing is improved by being the ‘ette’ version) and going out all the time can be pricey. Plus Boy Three’s manners aren’t the best so we need somewhere either very family friendly or with shockingly low hygiene standards.
Boys One and Two and the Panther love water parks. I hate them, I can’t help thinking how many people have weed in the water. I also don’t like being scared and getting friction burns.
Boy Three needs to work on his sense of self preservation. This can make being at large with him something of a challenge.
We like sand dunes, sledging, museums, ice cream, some of us like theme parks and nobody wants to be in a plane, train or car for too long but we all enjoy boats.
So how hard is going to be to find somewhere we like, can get to from Scotland and won’t bust our medium-sized budget? Answers on a post card, preferably one that says ‘wish you were here…’.