I promise I haven’t fallen under a bus, I may have been AWOL from hellopeagreen.com but I’ve been having a whale of a time on holiday. I’ve been instagramming like crazy about it too. I know I shouldn’t brag and I’m not, it’s just I’m inspired.
There was a great article in Saturday’s Guardian by Amy Jenkins that just had me chuckling so much in light of my own recent holiday. She talks about the dawning realisation that after having children, holidays are not really holidays. Well at least not like they used to be, where long lazy days merge into one another. She’s given a chance to have a solo holiday and it doesn’t go as planned – something I fear might happen if I ever tried to do this. My dear husband and I have come back from a two week camping trip in the South of France definitely more tired than when we started out.
Images above taken in the beautiful Aix-en-Provence, St Tropez and St Raphael Port, all essential visits if you're in this part of world. As is Monte Carlo but we've been there plenty of times before and I really didn't fancy trying to wrangle a two year old there.Palm trees from our campsite and views to the mountains beyond.