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Gosh, it’s been a little while since I last wrote one of these.  Here’s a whistle-stop tour:

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millport

Holidays.  On account of ongoing costly home renovations we took a holiday at home in the summer.  Or rather, we took a holiday at my parent’s home whilst they holidayed elsewhere.  My parents live on the west coast of Scotland, so it’s a handy base.  We got really lucky with the weather (seriously lucky) and took a few sun drenched day trips around and about the area.

On one such day trip we hopped on the Caledonian MacBrayne ferry from Largs and made the 8 minute journey to the tiny Isle of Cumbrae, in the Firth of Clyde.  From the ferry slipway we made our way to the town of Millport (the only town on Cumbrae) and had a blast exploring beaches and bays, picnicking, building sandcastles, paddling, and exploring.  It’s such a genteel, slow paced and beautiful little island and we’re already planning our next trip back.  Hopefully by bike as it’s a cyclist’s paradise!

kitchen-details

Speaking of those costly home renovations, we finally have a finished kitchen.  It only took us a year from getting the units installed to actually finishing the thing (including plastering, tiling and painting).  All I’ll say is after a year and a half of moving in, it’s just nice having functioning blinds in our kitchen.  It’s kind of funny to look back at our old mould ridden kitchen. but it certainly wasn’t funny living with it at the time!

birthday-flowers

I had a birthday.  To my eldest this was far too exciting for words.  Drawings were produced.  Cards were made.  And the day before my birthday we visited the park.  Unbeknown to me, she picked a flower, got it home, and kept it in her bedroom for a few hours before declaring that she wanted to give me an early birthday present – this little flower.  Hands down my favourite gift.

woodland-rucksack

My eldest started school in August.  All the emotions.

And finally, I’ve got a few weeks of maternity leave left before I head back to work, so I’ve been busy fitting in all the things I’ve wanted to do.  From people I’ve wanted to see, to places I’ve wanted to go, and things I’ve wanted to do, I’ve been slowly fitting it all in during school hours with my littlest sidekick in tow.  I’ve been feeling a little melancholic that I have to go back to work because for the most part it’s been fun just hanging out with my kids for nine months.  Even when one has eaten bum cream whilst the other has had a tantrum, as was the case last week…

While I’m here, I just wanted to give a shout out to new Moral Fibres sponsor Berg Things, purveyors of beautiful and practical outdoor bags.  As well as being hand-sewn, each bag comes with a lifetime patch guarantee.  If you tear your bag, simply send it back to Berg Things and they’ll repair it, all for the cost of the shipping.  I love this business model.  I hope you will too.

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Voting.   And then dealing all the resultant emotions from the result.

I voted to remain.  When I was 20 I boarded a plane by myself, and spent a year studying in Ljubljana, Slovenia, as part of my degree.  Whilst there I met so many people from all different corners of Europe, and had an absolute blast with them.  It was a pleasure to spent my year with some of the very best people I could ever hope to meet.  Many years later I’m still in touch with some of the people I met whilst in Slovenia.

When I look at this photo from one of our many many trips that we took I see my Italian, Polish, Belgian, Danish, Finnish, German, French and Irish friends, and myself, all having fun together.  I’m the only British person in the group, but I’m no different to any of my friends.  We all have so much in common, and our lives are richer and broader for knowing each other.

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The same goes for people from Europe, and those from further afield, who have made their home here in the UK.  All of our lives are richer for having them here.

It upsets me that some people in Britain think that people of other nationalities are so different from us; a threat to us even.  Reports of soaring hate crimes against people from Europe and beyond who have settled in the UK make me feel physically sick.

I’m still processing the ramifications that leaving the EU will bring.  I don’t know what is going to happen here in Scotland, or in Northern Ireland, or to the communities that depend so heavily on EU subsidies.  I don’t know what impact it will have on our daily lives, on  our finances, or our ability to travel to trade freely, or our relationships with others.  Let alone the impact that leaving the EU will bring on to things like agriculture, fishing and the environment, all of which have a great degree of input and subsidy from Europe.

It’s all a bit scary, and with our political situation in such a mess I have no idea what the future holds.  All I know is that we all have to come together, and get through this mess as best we can.

Moving on…

growing vegetables

Growing.  My daughter’s nursery class planted some vegetable seeds in the spring.  With it now being the end of term they had a ton of vegetable plants that needed re-homing, and sadly not everyone could take them (or even wanted them).  Wendy’s Plant Adoption Service™ swiftly stepped in, and we now have peppers and beans coming out of our ears.  Just as well as the slugs have made light work of pretty much everything we planted in our allotment.  Swines.

And you might be wondering how we got on with the Nemaslug?  Nothing.  It did nothing.  The pesky slugs still managed to mow everything down.  We are a bit stumped now re: slug-gate.

patio garden

In more positive news, our garden is coming along.

graduation cake

My eldest graduated nursery, and starts primary school after the summer.  Her nursery had a lovely graduation ceremony and party, and one of the teachers made graduation cakes for all kids leaving the nursery.  It was bittersweet, let me tell you.

My youngest is now 6 months old (how?!) and is also hitting all the milestones.  As much as I love the newborn stage, 6 months is my favourite baby age.  If I could bottle the joy of 6 months old and save it for when I’m grey and old and missing my babies it would surely contain big hearty baby laughs; gummy smiles; chubby cheeks, wrists and legs; cosy milky cuddles last thing at night; splashes in the bath; arms and legs flapping in excitement; and a whole lot of love.

We’ve also started introducing solids, which is perhaps one of my favourite stages.  In my opinion winter is the very best time to have a baby, because by the time they’re on solid foods all the lovely soft fruits are in season.  Strawberries have been the biggest hit, which is just as well as the shops are packed with lovely Scottish strawberries.

How are you coping with all things Brexit?