It’s been a long day.
A long weekend, really.
Yesterday we left Devon at 8am, and drove for four hours before an extended family lunch and then a mindblowing theatre experience.
Today we headed to Heathrow, then had the unbridled excitement of a flight to Iceland.
It really was lots of fun. We’ve been travelling with Arthur since he was 3 months old, ish. It’s been hard work at times, but ultimately we have achieved our goal: a little person who relishes new experiences, who tolerates the boredom involved in getting to somewhere new and cherishes the wonder of the arrival.
And, even more importantly, will very happily snuggle up on a nest of coats when it’s time for bed.