The difference a year makes

The sun is starting to hide behind the clouds and the strain of the day is starting to tell and the shine is drooping quietly.  Blue and red streams fall through the sky in a myriad of colour and I pause for a moment, and consider that life is really not that bad.

This time last year we were in the exact same place but life was oh so different.  BB was on the road to recovery, she was walking (post hip surgery) and he who helped create them was going back to work after being a full-time carer for a year.  What we didn’t know was that Twin girl was already being eaten from the inside by diabetes and that BB faced more time holidaying with the NHS.

It is strange what a year can do.

But I am in one of my favourite places, I can hear the sea whispering that it will be alright in the end.  I can sense the calm contentment that overwhelms me when I arrive at Trevella, in Crantock, in Cornwall.

Last year we came here because we were invited to review, this year we returned because we loved it.

Ten days in a tent (glamping) and so few family rows between us, it makes me think that this place may have a little magic in it.

We are in a tent, it is tardis like. Unlike other tents it has a TV, a fridge, storage and three incredible comfortable wooden framed beds, plus a futon for the boy.  This is my style of camping.

Evenings have been glorious, the sun has high fived the moon as it has gone to bed.  He who helped create them has led games of cricket under the stars, twin girl has formed lifelong friendships, twin boy has devoured books by moonlight.

Me?

I have drank rose and tea outside and loved every second of watching what I created.

We are at Trevella Park, homed in Crantock, a holiday park without the caraberet, the place where we come to relax.

It offers everything we need for a real family break, a pool, serenity, a beautiful beach, crabbing, and a super location to reach all the sights.

Last week was hell, knowing BB faces more tests, more uncertainty about her health leaves me feeling fragile and a tiny bit terrified.  But this week has been a tonic, a time to drink up my family, enjoy the simple pleasures, live life for the reasons it was meant to be lived.

It has been a fantastic break.

I don’t know what the next twelve months hold, I know I will cope with all that is thrown at me.  I also know that in 12 months time, Trevella will be waiting to heal me.