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Stretched March

31 Mar

Well its the last day of March and I’d quite like to write about the month, because its been rather noticeably stretched.

Its felt like a significantly long month, what with the 5 Saturdays (3 of which were fostering days, instead of the usual 2 a month). We’ve had the range of restful holiday time, busy holiday time, restful working time, busy working time. We’ve travelled to and spent time south (in London) and north (in Kingussie). We’ve  learned at our antenatal classes – there’s been much information to consider and remember. There’s been very, very sweet times this month, and sour, sad times. We’ve made and spent time in new friendships, and caught up on precious old ones – there’s been a lot of people this month, and I’m so grateful for you all. People have come around and loved me lots, and I’ve had blessed opportunities to love, help and advocate for others. I’ve felt and known such joy in following Jesus, and frustration and confusion in the journey. And my tummy has grown bigger and bigger…!

And so I wanted to note this month because of its fullness, its richness. I have appreciated it. I feel like quite a different person than I was at the start of it. So March, thanks for being so stretched, and for stretching me.

Love, Carolyn x

Me and Baby in London. See - stretched.

p.s. Ah, no I don’t have any stretch marks yet… did you think that’s what this was about…?

C x

When We Went to France: Part 1 – Unhurried Journey

5 Dec

Its time for some photos and words on our last week of October where we had our First Proper Holiday of the Year! It was so, so good.

We spent four days moving south from Home towards our caravan an hour north of Paris – a journey that could probably just be done in a long day. This long-drawn mode would be my chosen way of travel always, as I love the actual travelling part of holidays  (I know I’m quite unique in this…!), don’t like being hurried (ask my husband what this does to me!), and find so much joy stopping in new or loved places and meeting new or loved friends.

Our journey began travelling south down the A1 on Saturday morning and meeting Duncan, Rachel, Andrew and Rebekah in Durham for brunch and a long catch up. I don’t think the waitress liked us much as this is the photo she took(!).

Then we spent the weekend in Hurworth with Andrew and Rebekah, making lasagne, racing grannies, exploding custard, visiting two of the churches they work very hard with, eating apples on apple day, reading, sleeping, etc, good times.

Monday came and we travelled further south, moving from north England through the Midlands and stopping in Cambridge for dinner with friends of A&R, Catherine and Phil. They took us to Pizza Express – win! We then headed off and round London, down to the south coast and arrived late in Dover, a bit bemused by the white cliffs in the night light. We had wonderful rest overnight in Dover, breakfast accompanied by borrower music, and scooted off to catch our ferry.

And so we travelled the Channel over to France by sea. I love ships. This may come from my Daddy, Captain of the Seas, but I doubt he has ever uttered the words I love ships. And good times, Baby was making me a little car sick on the journey down the UK (something I never suffer from), but seasickness did not come my way.

We had a leisurely, sunny drive south east towards our camp site, stopping by the sea for lunch to have our first baguettes (though I had a slightly traumatic mayonnaise experience with mine…). Andrew did a wonderful job driving us through North France to our wee caravan near Soissons.  We had a leisurely evening in it eating pasta and playing cards and board games and getting some rest, as we were planning to delve into our French adventure by visiting beautiful Paris the next day.

A rainbow that followed us around northern France.

A good journey had.

Next part soon!

Love, Carolyn x