I was working the day before we went away, yet I could barely sleep that night as I was so excited to be going on holiday. A week away from ‘normal’ life; a week away from chores and a chance to explore and have some fun as a family, and maybe even relax.
Ha ha. Who was I kidding!?! I thought being out all day, every day with the boys would exhaust them giving us a chance to relax in the evening. What an idiot!! It was my own fault really for forgetting to pack the nanny!
First of all, they wouldn’t go to bed at night. The farm cottage was far too exciting for sleep. What with its death defying stair case, horses outside the window and it’s very own play park. Then they were up at the crack of dawn each morning. Our first day of the holiday, we were in the car, ready to go at 9.30am. And we’d had a proper sit down around the table full on family breakfast!!
It was great fun though. The boys loved it, and so did we. We took a steam train to Whitby. Went to the beach, almost got washed away by the rising tide, twice. Had the most amazing fish and chips at Filey, attacked by seagulls at Scarborough. Harry and Archie ate their body weight in ice cream. You couldn’t walk five feet without encountering an ice cream sign or a shop with a giant cone outside!
Our farm cottage had a small playground in the field outside, it was perfect. After a busy day sightseeing, the boys would run off to the wee park, where we could take a bottle of wine and just sit. And chill. For ten minutes. At the most. We ended up buying bags of apples and carrots to feed to the resident horses. Bikes were ridden up the lane and around the farm. Both boys seemed to gain confidence by the day, it was wonderful.
Then we went to Flamingo Land. What was I actually thinking?! It looked great online. Plenty for the little people to do. And as the English kids were still at school and we were going mid week, what could go wrong?!?! We arrived at 10am, bang on opening time and already the car and coach parks were filling up. We had tickets on our phone, which apparently means you can only go through a specific turnstile which turned out to be a fucking state secret by the time we made it through. At the first gate, we were ambushed by school kids. My husband and I were pushed out of the way and separated, the boys started screaming at all these kids descending on them. Then we were told three times we were at the wrong turnstile even though it was resort staff that were telling us where to go. Not a great first impression.
Anyway, we got in, saw a small train so jumped on that to give ourselves time to calm down and look at the map. Again, what could go wrong? All was fine, we were pootling around the park on the train, spotting giraffes, monkeys, Peter Rabbit, and racing cars. They were like giant Scaletrix. We got off the train and decided to head to the children’s park, more suitable for toddlers. But oh no. Harry wanted to go on the racing cars. He screamed bloody murder for the racing cars. Archie and daddy were having a great time on a teeny tiny dragon rollercoaster while I tried my best to hold on to a writhing, wriggling, sweaty toddler. Guess who won? Off we went to the racing cars. When we arrived the queue was massive, and in all honesty, they looked shit. They weren’t even going walking pace. We decided to take the hit, and get out of there. It was awful. Two screaming toddlers trying to escape your grip. Not even the prospect of ice cream could placate them. Oh, and it was about 4 million degrees by this time. We’d been there half an hour and already I was regretting it. But we’d spent £70 getting in!!!!!!!!!
So, we finally got to the children’s area. The rides were more suitable, however you couldn’t go on anything that had a queue. Two year olds don’t understand the concept of queuing. Also, if you went on a ride with a tractor or car, you’d better hope it had two steering wheels. I thought we were going to lose Harry on the Wacky Races ride as he decided half way round that it was his turn to drive and off came the seat belt as he began to tackle Archie to the ground!!!?!!!!!
We then arrived at what became our salvation. Peter Rabbit Land. Land makes it sound extravagant. It was a play park designed around Peter Rabbit’s house and it was pretty cool. And it had a pub next to it. So we settled in for a couple of hours. The boys had a great time and we managed to have something to eat and drink. My favourite bit was something you don’t often hear at a kiddies park. A dad shouting over to his other half, ‘no love, you sit down and finish your pint, I’ll help him!’
After everyone had their fill of Peter Rabbit, we decided to go see the animals. Harry and Archie had lost the ability to walk at this point, so firmly established on our shoulders, we set off to look at penguins, baboons and giraffes. The tigers were asleep apparently. Finally, once we thought we’d got our 70 quids worth (!?!?!) we headed back to the car. I had to laugh at the boys protests; they were both asleep by the time we fastened the seat belts!
We learned a lesson that day. Resorts are great, but they’re not for us. Not yet. Toddlers just need somewhere they can run. Somewhere where they can play hide and seek, make up games and not be held back. They don’t understand height restrictions and why they can’t just run off and play. I have decided to avoid busy places like that for just now as it’s so stressful for them and for us.
I was sad to leave and come home, however it was nice to get back to our creature comforts. We’d had a week with WIFI only available in the kitchen, no SKY or YouTube. It took Harry and Archie three days to stop whining at the fact that they couldn’t watch their programmes on demand!!!!
So for now it’s back to normal. However, normal is going to change! The boys will be turning 3 in a few weeks, then starting nursery in October. Oh my. Bring on the new adventures!!!!