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The following post is based largely on a blog I wrote for Takethefamily.com in autumn 2011.I’ve written before about the joys of ‘holidaying’ close to home, and about the pleasure of short breaks with kids. This year I’ve been out and about all over the north of England with my boys, on day-trips, overnighters or mini-breaks. With the help of our money-saving Family & Friends Railcard, the opportunities for cultural excursions within easy reach of home are almost unlimited. York, Leed... Continue reading ...
All travel carries an element of risk, although most parents – myself included – tend to play it on the safe side, especially with younger kids. For reasons not only of expense but also sheer practicality and the sake of an easy life, most of our family's current wanderings are limited to Europe. I’d love to take my kids elephant-riding in India, surfing in Hawaii and on long-distance trains across Australia, but such adventures will have to wait for I time when I consider the inherent ... Continue reading ...
I’m ashamed to say that I’m a Military General, with everything planned out in the finest detail. On our latest trip to Amsterdam, I printed out a map and marked each hotel, restaurant and sight that we were to visit, then I worked out how we were going to get to each one. With two young boys and a toddler in tow, I wasn’t leaving anything to chan... Continue reading ...
Having just returned, exhausted, from our latest family odyssey – the Netherlands – I ponder the words of my Takethefamily colleague Dea Birkett on her latest blog:
“I suppose every holiday doesn’t have to be an adventure. Does it?’”
I’m wondering whether, conversely, all holidays don’t change our lives, even if we don’t realise it at the time? Each time we go away, don’t we get to know ourselves and one another a little better? Doesn’t every trip, whether conceived as a... Continue reading ...
It’s a killer, realising that the kids are moving away from you, that you are no longer indispensable to them. But maybe maturity, as a parent, lies in accepting this is a cause for celebration as much as for sadness.
In October, having climbed one of the towers of Suffolk’s Framlingham Castle with my eldest boys Ethan and Ripley, I stepped out onto the narrow walkway leading around the top of the 13-metre-high curtain walls and felt my legs turn to jelly under me. At first I put it dow...
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Who I am
| Rhonda Carrier |
| Manchester |
Travel and fiction writer, mother of three
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