..... The Summer Time, that is!! Where has time gone!
The past month or so has been spent helping my friend prepare for her daughter's wedding. It got a bit fraught there towards the end, but the wedding happened on 29 July, and all went well, apart from a few last minute catastrophes ... like:- a bridesmaid being injured, and not being able to make it to the wedding!; The photographer getting stuck in the USA because of a cancelled plane!; the caterers turning up 3 hours late on the morning of the wedding!; the Grooms father getting pulled by the police for answering his phone to the father of the bride on the morning of the wedding whilst driving a bridesmaid to the bride's house!!!! Fortunately, none of these events marred the wedding, and solutions were found and things were dealt with. The Bride was beautiful and a good time was had by all.
The Mother of the Bride didn't look to0 bad either!!!
Dad certainly enjoyed his dance with his newly married daughter!!!
The week following the wedding the twins went for their first 'solo' (can it be solo with twins?) stay with Auntie Diane, and on Monday morning my husband and I travelled to North Wales (Snowdonia) with the youth from our church, and other leaders, for their Annual Summer camp. The boys and girls campsites were several miles apart, and each day the youth met up at the 'Kent Mountain Centre', where they went on different activities from Kayaking to Rock Climbing, Gorge Walking to Mountain Climbing, Raft Building to Orienteering. It was an exhausting and very enjoyable week. The Testimony Meeting held on the Friday evening, before Saturday's return, was a spiritual feast.
The girls campsite was immaculate, the boys much more 'rugged' for want of a better word, but they did have extremely stunning views of the mountains!
Snowdonia is really a very beautiful part of the world, and I will definately visit again. I travelled the UK a fair bit with my parents as a child, but Wales was never something we 'did'! Scotland was a much more common destination. Upon thinking about it, I think I have to attribute it to my father's bad experiences in Wales as an evacuee during the war. They were horrible to him! I remember his relating tales about his bad experiences a few times, and I think it left a bad taste in his mouth and he never really wanted to visit wales after that! A lot has happened in the last 60 years or so though, and the welcome we got from the Welsh was a very pleasant one.
The twins start 'big school' at the beginning of September... surely not... they are still so tiny... only just 4!!! I am struggling to come to terms with this fact and am trying to make the most of the next few weeks before this new chapter in their (and our) lives begins.
