It was starting to feel like H had been leaving primary school for ever as the end of term seemed to drag out. Whilst officially Birmingham schools didn’t finish until Tuesday, most chose the sensible option of teacher training days for the Monday and Tuesday. Sadly not H’s school.
The end. It was very emotional for some of the right and some of the wrong reasons. I actually feel kind of relieved the goodbye thing is over and we can just concentrate on secondary and having a good summer holiday. I took H to see The Complete Works of Shakespeare (Abridged) at the theatre in the evening. He loved it and was laughing his head off, including at some slightly naughty bits.
On Wednesday we escaped from the city. There were a few obstacles in our way: an accident outside Welshpool that caused a big delay; various road works with a convoy car (something I have only ever seen in Wales) which took an age; and our usual breakfast spot had turned in a coffee shop (so we had to find a different spot for brekkie). We got there in the end and the weather was glorious: sunny, warm, but with just the right amount of sea breeze. We went for a walk after breakfast: it was supposed to be a big walk, but whilst H seemed to think it was, I didn’t. That said, it was a bit hot for walking despite the breeze so we had a lazy day. We did climb up the cliffs above the town to enjoy the view.
Thursday saw us managing quite a bit more walking, although H complained about his legs at the end. We did a round trip walking across the railway bridge that spans the estuary and looping around to catch the passenger ferry back to Barmouth. It’s only £2 each and a bit of fun.
It had become clear that H didn’t want to do a lot on holiday (tired I think after a long term), so we settled into a routine of going for a morning walk after breakfast. After that we either went shopping (we got some real bargains), the beach, the pub or sometimes all three. It was a really chilled out few days away together. The weather broke on the last evening and we had to miss out on a meal at our favourite pub because it’s all about the view (the food is fairly ordinary) and if we couldn’t sit outside there’d be no point. The pub we’d been going to for our evening meal is very popular and it was too late to get a table. The other pub had closed its kitchen because the owners were celebrating the sale of their business that very day. They were up for us going to the chippy over the road and bringing back our fish and chips though so all was well in the end.