Hello readers! It seems almost wrong to post these snaps on such a filthy rainy day but I need to reminisce already. If the sight of sun, sea and sand (that is what you thought?) is going to turn you green, look away now!
Blimey, isn't this weather here in Blighty dire? You might have warned me and I'd have stayed away! Rewind two weeks and we were in need of a little...
Time to leave these shores, love them as we do, leave the office behind, the school yard, even (gasp) the Den and head West like heat seeking missiles...
What to do for two weeks? Some folks wrestled with crocodiles...
... of the inflatable kind!
For me, there were a few reminders of my crafty lifestyle back home. A few handmade touches abroad. Along came the Kindle cover, the beach bag and a last minute kaftan thingy.
I had already picked up a cheap plain kaftan from the shops because I liked the style and thought it would be easy to copy so I simply laid it on top of the pretty Tanya Whelan fabric and cut out roughly the same shape. I added a band of paisley fabric to the hem, some turquoise bias binding to the neckline and having trawled my stash for the perfect three buttons, I ended up using the buttons which are free with this month's Mollie Makes mag (which handily arrived in the post just as we were to depart).
On the beach, there were crafty makes by others to peruse and maybe purchase. I did draw the line at the corn rows in my hair though!
The jewellery was very pretty and you can't beat being able to watch it being made right there on the beach.
For others, their holiday was not about being sedentary, especially not when there were rock pools to explore.
Evenings saw us resume the Yahtzee challenge with the odd cocktail to quench one's thirst in that Caribbean heat.
And eating far too much lovely food, of course. I love cooking but it's nice to have a break and there is a certain something about a beach bbq, sand beneath your feet and 25 degree heat through the night.
More entertainment came in the form of a spot of limbo dancing. Strictly one for us old fogies to watch and marvel at, although the Munchkin did get up for a go (without the flames!)
Calypso dancing ensued (once again we watched while the youngster joined in. Were those really virgin cocktails he was drinking?)
Ahhh, Barbados, we miss you already. Especially in this darned rain and cold! Now where did I put my jumper?