A very good holiday

Regular readers of this blog will have noticed that I haven't posted in quite a while. There's nothing sinister about this. In fact, we've been on holiday. To Italy. We drove in our modest motorhome, covering around 2500 miles. There was a time last autumn when I was pretty certain that we would never go away on holiday again.

So it's been an amazing and memorable experience. I was prompted to consider this particular adventure by an invitation from my brother and sister-in-law to help them celebrate a significant birthday by meeting up with them and friends and family for a few days at a villa in Italy. S has improved so much over the last few months that I became increasingly sure that we could make it. It's been hard work at times, but that's just how life is now, wherever we are. In some ways things are simpler and more straightforward when we're staying in the van. S has spent many months living in it in the years since we bought it and usually remembers everything she needs to about how it all works.

Having both decided that we wanted to go, the best plan seemed to be to make a real holiday of it, not just try to race there and back, so we've also spent some 'rest days' at nice places we've visited before like Lake Garda and Lake Como. We've had some very long days on the road, not by design but because we hit some awful traffic and got lost a couple of times. So we have been 6 or 7 hours 'on the road' some days. This hasn't troubled S at all.

I've got a lot of sorting out to do now, but in due course I'll return to this experience. If you've read about how S was when I started this blog, you'll probably be as amazed as me at what we've done. And I do mean we. At times on holiday, S was as contented as I've seen her in years. But, like me, she's also glad to be home.