My boy and I did a little roadtrip to stay with friends in the Coromandel in the holidays. We picked the coldest few days ever, gulp. I had my fingers crossed Jed's cold would be better by the time we went. It was, kinda and we had the go ahead from our friends, so we were off.
Sheena and I worked together at Greenpeace, and shared a house and we went to every festival going the year before I was pregnant with Jed. Those were the days of choosing sleeplessness (rather than having it enforced by babies/small children), dancing all night (with other grownups, rather than with small people in the kitchen), spending more time in tents than at home and being aided and abetted by a can of V on occasion. Gak and shudder! Years on, we are both mama's and it was so cool to hang out. They've just moved into to a fabulous earthwalled house on a hill overlooking the ocean. It felt like coming home to me. That bathroom with it's compost toilet brought back so many memories of so many wonderful places and friends through the years. We had our own sweet caravan which worked so well for us. Every now and then Jed would take himself off to read or have a lego build by himself. In the evenings we'd bundle up, light a fire, drink red wine or kombucha and watch the sunset over the sea. Bliss.
We had a blast. It was so cold the frost was massive each morning, the animals water was frozen solid and it was pretty exciting for the kids to explore and make frost balls. We went crystal hunting on the beach and brought home some amazing rocks with crystal caves glimmering inside.
Epic weekend folks, heartfelt thanks. xxx