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.. And We’re Back

..and exhausted!

Too much sun, fun, food, wine and laughs.

The kids had an amazing time. We had an amazing time because other than for food, they did not need us at all.  The idea was to rest, but there isn’t much sleep for the wicked when you’re living it up till the cows come home. I mean that literally. At about 4.a.m on Saturday night/morning, we were still out on the patio and we think a cow wandered by.

Or maybe a goat. Either way, I only blame the chardonnay.

I laughed so much and swam so much that everything hurts.

Quick Mini Break Notes

1. If you have unresolved issues to thrash out prior to a break, naptime in the car is pretty ideal. Be utterly uncivilised for an hour or so, get it out of your system and smoke a peace pipe over some coffee at your last pit stop.

2. Do not try to convince your dearest to shave on a mini break to the cabin. Its just plain unmanly and metrosexual to be shaving when you’re being one with nature and all. Just resign yourself to being with the homeless-looking guy and try instead to focus on his generosity in allowing you a long sleep-in.

3. Do not unleash an untrained toddler nekkid (or nood) on the quay. Chances are, he/she will pee on someone. Maybe even twice. What? We’re slow like that.

4. When at an amusement park, respect the differences in ages and interests and separate gracefully into do-able units. Imperative if you wish to preserve sanity and live in a whine-free zone.

5. If you make the mistake of donning a bikini and regret it immeasurably, then jump into the water, stay where your lovely lady lumps aren’t on full display and feel fabulous. And just enjoy ocean swimming – the tingling tautness of salt on skin, the way salt water mats curls and the tangling of feet in seaweed. Its just another dimension of delish.

6. On a warm day, there is no such thing as “just one ice-cream”. You deluded wench, you.

Now – the rest in pictures, because I’m spending the day hydrating. That means less space for words in my head.

I know. Exemplary table manners. The tree house and playhouse in the background were made by the Vikings brother with all the kids helping. Awesomeness.

I know. Exemplary table manners. The tree house and playhouse in the background were made by the Viking's brother with the kids help. Awesomeness.

Those orange hammocks in the backgroud. Closest to chirpy birds, blossoms and heaven

Those orange hammocks in the background. Closest to chirpy birds, blossoms and heaven

Cheers, Ma

Cheers, Ma!

Dinner on the go. Or Meals on Armaan Wheels

Dinner on the go. Or Meals on Armaan Wheels

Goofin' around at Kristiansand Zoo with cousins

Goofin' around at Kristiansand Zoo with cousins

Den Lille Familien

Den Lille Familien

Break time

Break time

Tractor ride was entirely worthy of the hyserically happy tractooo babble

Tractor ride was entirely worthy of the hyserically happy tractooo babble

Totally swingin' time, Ma!

Totally swingin' time, Ma!

Ready for the bobsleigh. True to self, Mamma chickened the hell out.

Ready for the bobsleigh. True to self, Mamma chickened the hell out.

This sea house and quay are part of the cabin. It heavenly on a sunny day and you can jump right into the sea and swim. Look how nice I am, hiding everyone's pork:-)

This sea house and quay are a part of the cabin. Its heavenly on a sunny day and you can jump right into the sea and swim. Look how nice I am, hiding everyone's pork:-)

Since I was a sea-nymph in previous life, I swam and swam. It was 18 degrees celsius in the water. Told you I'm tough!

Since I was a sea-nymph in a previous life, I swam and swam. It was 18 degrees celsius in the water. Told you I'm tough!

Prepped for pier play. And ice lollies!

Prepped for pier play. And ice lollies!

Starfish, seaweed, sea water and mussels in a tub make for hours of fun. And mild animal abuse.

Starfish, seaweed, sea water and mussels in a tub make for hours of fun. And mild animal abuse.

Smushing faces

Smushing faces. Anti-jinxing every which way.

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Running Away

Today I needed to run away.

I needed to be somewhere that wasn’t home.

I needed to breathe some new air.

I needed a space where my thoughts would be kind to me, less agitated.

I have missed re-connecting with the loner in me who dies just a little whenever the extrovert takes over the oxygen supply.

I needed to be by the sea. I needed to be close to my element.

I’ve been fortunate to have almost always lived by the sea. Now I’m even more fortunate in that I live on the South west coast of Norway, which boasts of spectacular beaches.

In the ebb and flow of this tide lies my peace and solitude.

As soon as the kids are in bed, I’m out of the door. I’m restless and unable to settle on any song as I drive. I’m greedy with longing for the bracing cool air, the taste of salt on my lips, the feel of sand in my shoes.

Longing to tune my heart to the rhythm of the waves.

15 minutes and I’m here.

Sola Beach

This particular picture captures the light at the beach at around 9 in the evening.

Perched on a dune, looking out at this glorious calm, I can breathe again. Great, huge lungfuls of air – as if air was to be rationed shortly. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore pulls me to the  water’s edge and had it not been so cold, I would have begun to swim. I would have dived into the deep and relished the murky, pounding silence. I settle for splashing the sea water on my face and am delighted by the tingling of the skin, the salty dryness.

Facing the inexorable power of the sea; its potential for unfathomable violence; for subterranean calm,  its easy to let go.

I can acknowledge that its not in my hands.

I can see the beauty of breathing from the pit of your being and releasing this invisible, yet heavy cloud of worry.

let me share with you the opening lines of one of my favourite poems by Thomas Hood:

There is a silence where hath been no sound,

There is a silence where no sound may be,

In the cold grave – under the deep deep sea.

And just like that, I’m ready to go home again.

picture credit: http://www.visitnorway.com

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