We’ve so rarely had time to ourselves since having the girls … we’re a little out of practise! We struggled to decide what significant thing to do that would mark the occasion so simply went into Sidmouth to do some shopping :icon_mrgreen: It was folk festival week – there are a number of festival sites with ticket only events, but the music overflows onto the streets and even at 10am on a Monday morning there were people playing all along the front, from large groups, to dance groups to individuals. It was lovely to be able to relax and stop to listen as we wanted without the girls getting bored, being impatient or demanding ice cream.

I didn’t have my main camera with me, but my pocket camera takes video – the quality is poor, but I took a few scenes to give the girls a taste of the music …

After shopping (I buy a new handbag every year at a specialist shop – expensive, but it’s my one frivolous purchase a year! :blush: ) we had brunch at Fields, the local department store, a real treat. By then, the town was filling up, so we moved onto Seaton where we had things to do. We went looking for the Tourist Information but as part of a major development it’s been closed – a purpose built unit opened only 4 or 5 years ago :angry: Just one more reason the development is so unpopular locally … rejected by the local town council, but approved by the county council so the battle continues.

We’ve been coming here for 16 years now, so take an active interest in local concerns, and try to support local businesses. It’s a shame that sometimes that support is not reciprocated – we had arranged two workmen to come to the property during the holiday but both let us down in different ways – through lack of communication – which is always the frustration of holidaying in a property you (part) own :533: It really winds me up that we spend some of our family time together simply waiting for people who don’t then arrive.

And that’s the story of our holiday really – some really good days but with the stress of maintaining the property. Some years it’s worse than others …

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