I am sat on a ferry reflecting on a lovely couple of weeks in England. One of the highlights was a short break in Eastbourne, where the four of us stayed in the Cavendish hotel. Continue reading
Honfleur. Photo credit: © iStock/PictureReflex
I recently stood on the outside deck of the ferry and thought back to when I first travelled across this sea on a school trip to France. I then fast forwarded through all the crossings I have made since – family holidays when our kids were young, taking my seriously ill dad on the trip of a lifetime, visiting my mom who had moved abroad, moving abroad myself, visiting universities with my kids and the regular trips to see my family back in England.
On Christmas Day 1910, Owen Morgan married Louisa Dixon at Christ Church, Summerfield on the edge of the Edgbaston reservoir in Birmingham. This relationship started a family which is still going strong today, one hundred years and two world wars later.
I remember standing in the warm Brittany sunshine beside my caravan agonising over an empty sheet of paper that contained almost everything I knew about my family history. Even the names of my grandparents were unknown, and the most basic details of their lives a complete mystery.
With two teenage kids who are in the process of fleeing the nest to live back in the UK, we are unable to have proper family holidays at the moment. This means we appreciate even the shortest of breaks, the most recent of which was a trip to Europa Park and the mountains of the Black Forest in South West Germany.