Sometimes things just don’t go as planned…
We were all set to have a holiday. Alex was booked in for his first MYC (Mid Year Conference for the uni Christian group), Rosie registered for the Crusaders Study Camp. Both of us arranged to have the week off work, and take a well-earned break away. I didn’t really mind where – I just wanted to get away!
Study camp was due to start on the Saturday. On Thursday, Rosie started coughing. By Friday she was too unwell to finish off her drama major work filming. Saturday morning came and it was clear she was not going to be leaving for camp that day. We rang to see if we could take her on Monday instead, hoping a weekend of rest would be what she needed to get back on top. Alas, Monday she was still barking, and miserable with a stuffy head.
So our holiday became a stay-cation instead. Each morning we thought maybe today she would be well enough to go, but it was not to be. But we had the time off, and I was determined not to stay cooped up at home. Instead, we thought of things we could do each day, close enough to home. On Monday we went to the Maritime Museum to see the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition. It was fabulous – lots of really amazing and inspiring shots, and from such a variety of places. We also took in the exhibition about the quest to calculate longitude, which was quite fascinating – although I have to admit my interest in some of the displays was more aesthetic than scientific!
Tuesday we had to drive up to Galston where the camp was to drop some things off for Rosie’s friend, so I suggested we keep going and aim for lunch at St Albans. That was such a mistake. Arriving at the Settler’s Arms about 12:45, we ordered our meals at the bar and took our number out to a table in the sun. And then we waited, and waited, and waited some more. It turned out they were struggling to keep up, with a new cook in the kitchen and a couple of minibus loads of customers. It took 2 hours for our food to come, by which time we were cold.
Wednesday was more successful, as we visited Toxteth Park in Glebe, home of the Sisters of the Good Samaritan. Rob has done work for them on their database, and they were very happy to show us around their beautiful buildings. They are having renovations done on the more than 150-year-old house. We had a lovely time exploring and taking photos.
Thursday we took a drive to Robertson for lunch at the famous pie shop, then extended the drive to Nowra. And Friday I decided to make a work day, so that was the end of our stay-cation. Not quite the holiday I had imagined and looked forward to, but it was a break from the usual routine, so I guess that counts for something!