The weekend was one relaxing affair, we stayed at my folks' house, the home I grew up in on Saturday night so Peter and I could enjoy a rare date night, and all woke up to buttery warm bagels and the best babysitters in town. Bliss.
After a month of illness in this family, we finally all felt better and were in much need of a retreat, a break from the norm, not far from home to simply rest, relax and feel rejuvenated once more. The universe must have been listening, as the wonderful Gorgeous Cottages got in touch to see if we wanted to break in a luxury holiday home, The Coach House in Yorkshire.
Sorry for the Dad joke in the title, it was just too hard to resist a sheep-inspired pun! What a naughty little lamb I am (OK I'll stop now).
No internet connection or phone signal nor desire to use them: check. Breathtaking views from your rented 300 year old cottage overlooking Llangollen's riverside, castle remains and rolling hills: check. Argh Wales, I think I love you.