Journey into space
Harrison’s excited cry: “Look Daddy, I can see a rainbow!” came as he peered out through a window covered in droplets of water from the latest sudden downpour. I can’t say I shared his excitement at that moment. After all, this was our summer holiday and I had hoped, perhaps rather foolishly given the unreliability of British weather in July, for a few weeks without too much rain.
As it was, we were doing the typically British thing – making the best of it, while loudly cursing the weather gods and quietly longing to be elsewhere.
There was a period earlier this year when we had genuinely hoped to get across to the Continent, but that hope was as fleeting as what passes for summer on our shores.
Not that the lack of sunshine was going to stop us from making the most of our time away: the moment we realised France would have to wait, we set about planning our latest UK-based adventure.
Heading for the coast
As a family, we tend
