The Morning After

After a bacon sandwich, as Pete’s birthday dinner, I was asleep by 8.30pm last night. I blame the comfort of a real bed, duvet and pillow. Then we were both up bright and early at 6am this morning. I resisted the urge to wander round my neighbours and give them all a morning wake up call.

It was strange to arrive back at school, it’s lovely to reunite the girls with their friends and families, and fabulous to hand them over to someone else so that we are finally “off duty” but after 3 weeks of travel it’s sad to say goodbye. The girls were such wonderful travelling companions, making the most of every opportunity, approaching every challenge with enthusiasm and accepting the restrictions of travelling in a large group on a school trip without a grumble, I could not have asked for more.

Thankyou for all of the kind words from parents, yes this is a big thing to organise and run but we wouldn’t do it if we didn’t enjoy it, dragging 14 girls away on holiday certainly enhances the experience!

I shall now try to backdate the blog, but it’s hard to remember everything that we did and I’m sure that I’ll miss out loads of little things, though Miss Turnbull’s “Baywatch run” impression on the beach will remain burned in my memory for years to come!