9 July 2011
the winner is.......... & the holiday
the winner. steph over at the panic room. e-mail me your addy steph and the leaf bag will be winging its way over to you next week.
the cottage we stayed in was teeny tiny, oh so characterful.
im 5'8'' as you can see the ceilings werent that much taller than me.
so charming and gorgeous. even rosy took to the place.
she especially liked the low windows, so she could in some comfort watch the world go by.
we experienced a little rain, what would an english holiday be without a little of the wet stuff!
seasides, we visited, cromer,wells-next-the-sea, hunstanton, sheringham, kings lyn.
now the health anxiety bit. monday of last week mum phoned up the booking agent after we found the place on the internet. tuesday morning we were off. due to my health problems i found this way to be a good compromise. instead of having something booked way in advance.
packed and ready to go, i felt abit out of my depth. bit overwhelming. i expected to be a bit nervous due to the failure to go to france. yet troublsome feelings were there. the first half and hour i could of easily turned round and come home. this was my first time away (other than a few visits to my aunts) since i became ill. the next hour was a little easier, but still uncomfortable. we pulled in at a service station for rosy to have a walk, i forced myself to drink a tea. one we plodded. slowly but surely things eased off.
we arrived late afternoon, after another stop. i was buzzing from the journey. when i was little and we would travel for three or four days in a row i noticed at the end of each day i would still be feeling a strange buzzing feeling from the journey, took a while to settle down. sitting in the cottage that evening, the anxiety had certainly eased alot, my body, well was being my body pots/eds and all. i just wanted to go home. the surroundings felt strange and i didnt want to be there. i didnt know why. rosy was a comfort, the place was adorable, yet i wanted to be home. because i didnt feel anxious, because my health symptoms werent in excess, i rode it through. very strange feeling indeed.
next morning after a distrupted sleep, i felt better. i felt different. i didnt want to go home, anxiety was pretty much nil, so we went to explore the countryside. rosy was no trouble at all, perfect dog. this was her first holiday away with us. i made sure i ate regular meals, as that has always been a problem, most of the time i wasnt hungry at all. yet i had small meals. i was fine, i enjoyed the break no end. the village, which was three miles from the sea was lovely. i think my body could take to village life. so slow, right near nature, understandable people. i know, i know it was just a break, living there would be a different ball game, but my body tells me country/village life would suit.
coming home was a bit hectic, when we arrived on the m25 we sat in a tailback for an hour and a half.
yet when we neared home rosy seemed to thank us for the break