As I dust the cobwebs off my blog I am so delighted to be back. ‘Where were you?’ I know you all are shouting. ‘Why have you not been writing?’ I hear you cry. ‘We have missed your posts so much,’ I imagine you sobbing.
Well let me assure you all is well in my world. Last week was my final week coaching swimming and we finished the swim year off well with a four day competition during which the swimmers dug deeper than I could have thought possible and on more than one occasion achieved what some might have thought impossible. It was a thrill and a privilege to share it with them.
Now I am home and I must pinch myself regularly because I’m free until September. No evening training, no 6am sessions, no weekend teaching or competitions. Despite my love for swimming I’ve been counting down the days to finishing. Some who know me cannot imagine how I’ll enjoy living without it. I’m afraid they just don’t know me well enough. The other week ‘himself’ asked me ‘What will you do when you finish up?’ I said, ‘You know when you sometimes ask me, what did you do today? Well when I finish up and you ask me that, I will look you in the eye and reply with an enormous grin, Feck all.’
So today was day one of my holidays. It wasn’t exactly filled with hours of doing nothing, because come Saturday we are off on holidays. It’s a holiday with a difference, for we are going away childless. Imagine just the two of us, together twenty four hours a day… Yikes perhaps it would be best for me not to imagine it!
How wonderful, I hear you say. Where are you off to? Somewhere exotic? Somewhere warm?
Eh no! We are off to walk in the West Highlands of Scotland. I am so looking forward to it. On warm sunny days I imagine how beautiful it will be, then it begins to lash and I wonder are we mad? However the flights are booked so there’s no going back.
Actually the only thing we have booked are the flights. I wake up every day and think, ‘Sweet Jesus I’d better book a car.’ However time whizzes by and I forget. Now we are facing the nightmare of discovering that despite my contacting numerous bed and breakfasts, hostels, yurts and shepherds huts (I’d never heard of some of those either, but when you’re desperate…) they are all booked. I use the word ‘we’ lightly. In fact, just between us, I’ve told himself it’s all sorted, so a small bit of panic is beginning to build in me now. However tomorrow is another day so hopefully I’ll stumble upon some hidden accommodation and a car.
Despite the fact the only place on earth we fight like cat and dog is in a car and that we may end up sleeping in it, I’m so looking forward to going. This year I hit a big birthday (no I’m not saying which one) and when most of my friends hit the same one they marked it with special holidays. Some went on a cruise, others to Australia or New York. We have much in common as friends but holidays is not one of them. This weekend I fly off I go on MY dream holiday, hill walking on the Scottish West Highland Way.
Fingers crossed we don’t kill each other and I live to see another year. I’ll keep you posted.