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26 May

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A Holiday Worth Remembering

2 Feb

There was no beautiful crystal blue waters laid beside a bed of golden-yellow sand! Instead there was muddy fields, trees & a lake! 

 There was no all-inclusive 5 star resort, a room with a sea view, instead there were tents, lots and lots of tents, all with a view of the portable loo’s. 

 As you may have guessed already, this wasn’t a holiday in the exotic Maldives or even a week in Spain, this was a Friday-Monday break in “Sunny” Oxfordshire England. 

 I’d be lying if I stated this was my favourite holiday, yet this is one I feel worthy of a write-up, one that showed me that a good family holiday didn’t have to mean an all-inclusive package dream holiday! 

 We couldn’t afford a family holiday in the summer of 2011 and I was grateful to have won the opportunity to have a weekend away with my children. Yes, I worried how the non structured holiday would sit with the Little man (aka A boy with Aspergers) but despite some ups and downs we had a pretty amazing time. 

 We arrived quite late on a Friday night having gotten lost a number of times down what seemed to be the same country lane! We found a great spot on the ground amongst a hundred other tents and tried to pitch what was to become our home for the next 3 nights! I say “tried” as we were still trying to pitch this thing some 2 hours later and almost took to sleeping under the stars when some jolly campers helped us out. 

 Little man and his sister embraced the whole camping experience pretty well, with little man sleeping better than he actually ever has (maybe it was the fresh air or the sheer exhaustion of it all, who knows)!The Wilderness festival: Little man places his wish on the tree, Alice with her face painted, Little man looks on at some wacky insects and right the beautiful lake.  

 By morning I started to see the experience in a whole new light! There was no swimming pool but instead we swam in the beautiful natural lakes under an array of slopping willow trees, I even swim under a beautiful star lite sky. 

 There was no hotel bar but instead we had open log fires with bars that resembled mini beach huts, to dance amongst the deers and trees was a totally awesome experience.

 We didn’t slip on our sandals and stroll along the beach, instead we wiggled into wellies and strolled along the river bank in the early mornings sunlight that shone between the cracks of the branches of the tall trees of the wilderness. To say it was beautiful would be an understatement!The beautiful lake, Little man has his face painted and his delight at his reflection. Alice runs in the Wilderness. 

 I sat and watched my son get his face painted for the first time, a huge step for the child with sensory sensitivity! Was it the magic of the Wilderness, who knows? I know that the smile on his face when looking in the mirror will stay with me forever!

Little man becomes Little tiger! Alice-Sara and Little man love the Little Alien & a magical tunnel in the Wilderness secret garden

  My children enjoyed boat trips along the river and strawberry picking in the near by fields that surrounded the Wilderness, we took them on long drives to neighbouring villages and stood by watching the wild horses race in the huge green fields. Yes, this may not have been an exotic break away, there was not a glimpse of blue sea and I swear it even rained on one of the days we were away, yet this was a holiday that taught me that holiday’s are what you make them. Yes, we do hope that this year we will visit some place that bit warmer, but we will never forget the holiday in the Oxfordshire Wilderness, for it was simply a holiday that is…and always will be worth remembering!

Above: Alice in a wig and hat, Alice with flowers in her hair & bottom Alice and Little man enjoying the festival.

This post has been posted as an entry into the Tots100/Al Fresco Holidays competition, as well as a link to the Al Fresco website http://www.thomsonalfresco.co.uk/

Autumn’s frights and delights

24 Sep
The leafs on the tree’s have that tint of brownness, the conkers have started to fall! The air is becoming somewhat noticeably cooler, and as the days go on, I notice more and more children heading to school in their wooly hats and winter coats!
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Well, all except little man that is! His a hater of coats (though his worn them in the summer when it resembles Spain outside the window)
I’ve spent so much money on these things, it’s driving me bonkers!
he isn’t outgrowing them, he isn’t even wrecking them , his just simply refusing to wear them. 

Do I get some deadly stares from fellow mothers when we are out and about?
GOSH, YES…
… You can see just what they are thinking, though the stare of their spiteful eyes…
“SHAME ON YOU, HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF A MOTHER”
Raincoats are the biggest No, No!
Trust me, put one of them things near his skin and he’ll eat you for tea. 
A tactile related & highly upsetting meltdown, will be delivered quicker than you can possibly redirect your horrendous mistake.
Then there’s the issue of scarfs! 
I try to keep my baby warm, his hyperventilating accusing me of strangulation!
Wooly jumpers, Please don’t!
“I wanna get out the door alive”
Gloves, make sure there the right material, fingerless are my best bet…
despite the fact his fingers may drop of with frost bite!
This is what he likes!
I love the colder months, the festive events that near! 
I love being by the warmth of the fire, while a casserole slowly cooks in the oven releasing that savoury aroma.
I love the autumn smell that you get in the air and the extra bedding loaded on my bed at night!
I love the 5th November when the bonfires alight and the fireworks fly up into the dark musty sky. 
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Fireworks, these send Little man into almighty panic, throwing himself down onto the ground and army shuffling out of sight!
Oh Yes, we are now passed the fear of sun burn (hence the coat in summer).
Little man will no longer need to run from the buzzing bees & warps or shake his head at the flying ants
But with the fall of Autumn comes a whole different set of sensory related triggers & anxieties, ones you would never have imagined!
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