While I am resting up in bed. I am being entertained by all the lovely content that folk share on various platforms. Some of it on Instagram. Not everyone’s favourite, but I have been being quite mindful of what I allow into my rest space.
Thoughts of travel
I’ve seen a few lovely posts of families travelling overseas to see family. And it brought memories flooding back. Yes, relying on memories is not always a good thing. But these are fun to recall.
And at the moment my new memories currently being created are:
- Am I sleeping?
- Can I eat anything?
- What is my peak flow?
- Did I beat the droid on the latest word puzzle?
- Do I need any more cushions or blankets?
- Are my water supplies filled?
- What’s on BBC Radio 4?
- Will I manage a descent of the stairs before October? *Currently awaiting a stairlift grant process to go through its process!
So I allow my mind to wander off to Chep Lap Kok Airport, Changi, or Sydney with a one and three-year-old in tow, or preparing for the longhaul to London Heathrow or elsewhere. Prior to children transit through Abu Dhabi on to Denpasar, and across European destinations. It honestly feels like another life, and quite honestly is.
Travelling with Children
I used to pack any portable toy imaginable in my travel bag of tricks. Especially for the post breakfast flight hours which some how always amounted to four! What!! Four more hours. We’re talking mid-90s so zero tech. Well, there were in-flight movies. Flying across Australia, even though a much shorter flight seemed endless.
On landing in London (I always did the London trip solo as my husband stayed behind to work) an exhausted steward might on occasion offer to help, by carrying my back pack. Lol! I gave up asking and formally qualified for the women’s Olympic weight lifting/marathon trials from the point of exiting the plane to the arrivals gate. No medals though! Hehehe.
It Was Fun
But all in all it was an experience well lived. Not sleeping for the whole flight as each child in turn required attention or toilet breaks, or simply entertaining. Or being handed a glove puppet with a smile on a Cathay flight to Singapore. ‘I’m sorry, but I’d like a rest from being the travelling entertainer’! Or stopping a fellow traveller in the process of offering my commando crawling one-year-old a sugared Almond!! See my post A Flight from Hong Kong.
Our children were brilliant travellers. So incredibly portable. Never cried and astonished fellow travellers with their cheery disposition, dispelling all looks of horror as we had approached along the aisle of the plane. That was so funny. And charming cabin crew with their endless demands for juice!
Most Recent Trip
Was to a beautiful garden centre about 7 miles away back in July. I won’t go into what followed. Just too depressing. Seven miles is basically my travel tolerance when I’m well enough to go out, always assisted. Just a minute change of scenery makes a huge difference and gives my mind much needed colour to sustain it. And sustain it it has. It felt like a three hour holiday. It truly did. So I adjust. And am grateful.
So if you’re travelling, I’m envious. With children, I empathise. You’re a trooper. I will dip into the many trips we took around Asia, and the many trips around Europe and remember them as the wonderful experiences they were. And look forward to my next Park or garden centre visit.
For now I rely on the window which is Social media which I am so grateful for.
Have a blessed day⚘
And happy exploring!