Backwards and Forwards: Dartmoor & Memories.

It’s strange that I grew up in a family where it was considered utterly beyond the pale to go back to a holiday destination for a second time. My mum said she always worried that it wouldn’t be so good on the return. Mind you, family holidays when I was growing up were normally illustrated by one particular re-enactment, the Thursday row, where one or other parent would stomp off in a huff along Westward Ho! pier or Guernsey beach. Admittedly Max and I did our own version of this in Devon last year (who knew the Kingsbridge toilet block could be so emotive!?!?!) so I can hardly complain too much :lol: Anyway, the point is, we like going back to the same places, the same cottage and the same area – but even though we do that, each holiday manages to be very different.

Our first trip to Lower Hookner was full of brave, sad emotion; it always takes me a day or two to shake off the memories and I don’t think I’m the only one but I don’t mind it. In some ways it’s great to be able to touch base with the grief. It does also mean that no visit there since has ever felt quite so heady as that one did. Over the following 4 visits, it has normalised as a place in my head and I’m so glad we go back. I can manage the farm just fine; oddly, one particular walk we did that first time has all my Freddie emotion wrapped up in it; I’m not sure I could ever do that one again.

Since then, we add a few things to our repertoire each time, so much so that this time we couldn’t do all our favourites even in 2 weeks worth of holiday, though wetish weather and baby did slow us down.  This week Fran has been scrapbooking and going through our Flickr account – we’ve realised there are an awful lot of pictures through the years of us on top of Haytor and at Postbridge.

Max and Bene being men from Next ;)
The men from Next ;)

Gasp. He's doing a swear!
Doing a swear! ;) ;) :roll:

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Hm. Why the long face?

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Is there anything more perfect than a paddling stream?

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Unless it is being in the middle of it with your sister?

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A thoughtful spot.

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Next time we go to Postbridge, I want to paddle.

merry

This was a home educating blog. Then it became a grief blog after our baby son died at 11 days old. It was always a craft and play blog. And a blog written by someone who ran a small craft and toy business. Now I'm doing up my house. It's all change - again. Merry Raymond 

  4 comments for “Backwards and Forwards: Dartmoor & Memories.

  1. August 30, 2012 at 8:50 pm

    We had a perfect holiday in Hereford when I was pregnant with Florence, and vowed to go back the following year, we didn’t and none of us want to. I’m really not sure any of us could.
    Sometimes I think Woody and I will go there one day when we are old.
    Your photos are lovely. x

    • August 30, 2012 at 10:53 pm

      I think it was our previous connections to Devon and especially hookner that made it work. It could easily not have though. (hug).

  2. August 30, 2012 at 10:50 pm

    This is a lovely post. We often argue about whether we should go back to old holiday haunts. I can see the value in that as it is lovely to have old memories re-awakened. But, equally there is so much world out there it seems a bit limiting to go back to the same corner of it every year.
    That paddling stream looks cool though.

    • August 30, 2012 at 10:55 pm

      This is very true. Part of it is that it makes big family holidays easy; less planning, finding shops, find easy places to have free fun. But when I suggested we got to Yorkshire next year, the kids all looked horrified!

      Thanks for stopping by :)

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