Today at 36 I pitched a tent on my own. It is still standing and looks like we will be able to sleep in there. I have been on holiday with 👧🏻 several times just the two of us. I don’t know why I was so apprehensive about coming camping with her on my own. I mean what is the worst that can happen? We have got the option of throwing it in and sleeping in the car or booking into a hotel. Now we are here I am sure it will be great. Last night I was much less sure. Isn’t it strange how our minds work. I can go away with her for two weeks nearly two thousand miles and not bat an eyelid. I don’t ever want to regret. Life is precious and I want to savour all of it. There is plenty of time for sitting at home. When I am old I want to look back at the amazing memories I made.
Tomorrow we are going to go to some of the places I enjoyed as a child. I can not wait.