I am a very proud Englishman. Not the kind of guy who gets a flag tattooed on his arm, but proud anyway.
I’m not 100% English though as my mother was born in a small town called Haverfordwest. Hwlffordd as the Welsh call it. It is located in the county of Pembrokeshire and its about 30 miles from the popular seaside resort of Tenby.
Every year as a kid, we used to make the long car journey, about 7 hours, down to see the large array of uncles, aunties and cousins. When my mum and dad divorced we continued to make the journey by train and even once doing a 12 hour coach journey! Not fun!
After my mums passing and as I got older the visits became less frequent but I’ve always tried to stay connected.
Now I have my own children, I want them to know the family that I grew up with, even if they aren’t on the doorstep.
So last week, I made the same journey I have made all my life and took the family to see the same aunties and uncles I went to see as a child.
BB had a great time being spoiled, as I was, with chocolates and sweets and hugs and kisses. He even played with the very same toy cars that his daddy played with many years ago.
We stayed in a caravan in the coastal town of Fishguard and it was a great little family getaway. Not much of a holiday with all the visits (My Mum was 1 of 14 kids) but its great to see everyone is well including an uncle and aunt who are 90 & 89 respectively!
It’s a long way to travel for only a few days, but hopefully it’s a tradition we can keep going for years to come.
Do you have family in a land far far away that you make the journey to see?
Experimenting with a gallery below, so if this doesn’t work for you, give me a shout.
As always, thanks for reading.