I've just come back from a sublime holiday in Devon, revisiting old stomping grounds and introducing loved places to my children. They managed amazingly well with their first camping trip considering at least one is almost certainly on the spectrum and the other two have definite traits. We stayed at Rhea Farm and Fishery in Kilmington, which I can't recommend highly enough for an eco-friendly and people-friendly campsite, completely off-grid and with a host of amazing animals like rhea, emu, and giant tortoises, alongside the more traditional farm animals.
Among other things we explored the incredible fossils at and around Lyme Regis, I swam in the sea a lot, and we also visited Stonehenge and Avebury on the way home. The fossils are incredible. It's hard to get your head around the fact that you're standing amid such history. Creatures that are hundreds of million years old, and the ghosts of Hardy, Mary Anning, the Victorians and their fin de siecle anxiety about creation and the age of the earth. Stonehenge and Avebury (and Silbury Hill and West Kennet Longbarrow) are blinks of an eye in comparison, but have their own share of utter awe. The children loved the whole holiday (although the all-you-can-eat breakfast in our one night in a hotel, and the all-you-can-eat salad bar in the Harverster we ate at that night probably topped the bill for them.) Educational and fun all rolled into one.
In other news, I'm on a Virginia Woolf kick at the moment. The Voyage Out, Night and Day, and Jacob's Room have all been consumed. Now I'm halfway through Mrs Dalloway and properly into the stream of consciousness era. I've read To the Lighthouse, The Waves, and Orlando before but I'm looking forward to reading them again. Some things have to be read twice. It's so good to have time for reading again.
That's all, folks.