I can’t remember the last time I took a holiday where there wasn’t some kind of adventure on the agenda. Be that climbing up or snowboarding down mountains in winter or various sea swimming, cycling or surfing missions in summer. Don’t get me wrong, I like lying on a beach and reading a book a lot too, in fact I crave it, but only once I’ve got the adrenaline-chasing super-active part of the day out the way.
Six years ago, when I had the first of my two kids, that need for adventure didn’t go away, if anything it intensified. Having children is awesome but it kills your free time, and, especially when they’re very young, the fun-to-drudge ratio can be quite low. So when I did find myself on a remote bike ride or in a fizzing ocean or up a snowy mountain it lifted my spirits in the most amazing way. And at the risk of sounding like a cheesy motivational tea towel being a parent also made me realise life is short and precious and we need to make the most of it.
“Last year the eldest caught his first wave on a bodyboard and the joy on his face was palpable”
The boys are now almost four and six, which are brilliant ages for introducing more adventure to our family holidays. Last year the eldest caught his first wave on a bodyboard and the joy on his face was palpable. This summer he wants to try it again and his younger brother seems keen too. Until now on our holiday bike rides they’ve both been bouncing behind in a trailer or on tagalongs, but this year the eldest should be able to ride some of the longer distances himself.
They love playing in waves and splashing in lakes, making forts in dunes and dens in forests.