The Easter weekend was a combination of brilliant sunshine and windy, grey days – the epitome of autumn weather in our part of Australia. It felt good to hunker down at home, binge watch a bit of television (Sky One’s Trollied on streaming channel Stan) and tuck into warm, comforting food. Hot cross buns are a favourite in our house in the lead-up to Easter but instead of buying them this year, Adam decided he wanted to bake them…
The calm Easter
The Easter break is almost upon us and I for one can’t wait. To me, Easter always feels like a laid-back holiday – there isn’t the same level of expectation, planning and hysteria like at Christmas. Perhaps it also stems from the fact, that when I was a child, Easter was always a really quiet time in my family. We rarely travelled during the few days off. It was always about recharging batteries, indulging in good food (and some chocolate!) and receiving a pair new winter pyjamas.
This year I’ve got a firm picture in my mind as to what I want to do…
The easy Easter
I love the Easter break. In my family it’s always been about hiding away for a few days at home to take it easy, eat good food, indulge a little and enjoy the start of cool nights and gloriously comfortable days.
Although I returned to the office this morning, to have three days off in a row was luxurious. I’ve been starting work at 5:30am which means a before 5:00am alarm, so I currently consider sleeping past 6:00am as a ‘lie-in’!
Adam and I can’t really remember the last time we had a few days to do as much or as little as we wanted. Here’s a peak of what we got up to…
Camping in the Cotswolds
I love being outdoors but until I met Adam, camping was never really something I did. My mum loves a clean bathroom, comfortable bed and warm shower, so growing up the closest I ever got to ‘roughing it’ was staying in a self contained cabin in a national park!
When Adam suggested we camp over the Easter long weekend with a group of friends I was excited for the experience but also a little worried about how I would handle it all. Adam’s family have a long history of camping holidays and when we arrived back in England there were boxes of his own equipment, plus countless other relatives we could call on for a loan of gear. We took advantage of their generosity and on Good Friday packed up and drove to Thistledown Farm, a camping ground in the neighbouring county of Gloucestershire.