Every year since it started in 2003, Jim and I have driven down to Birmingham for the Festival of Quilts. It's the one thing we do together without fail and it's become a bit of a ritual for us. Each year we approach it in the same way, agreeing completely about our favourite quilts and favourite exhibitors.
This year we almost didn't go. But I'm so glad that Jim talked me into it because it was the best year yet and exactly what I needed to get me back on my feet, both physically and mentally.
One of the many nice things about the festival yesterday was that it kicked off the start of a weeks family holiday. And it's our first one ever.
Not that we've gone very far. We're just twenty minutes down the road, staying at a very good and very generous friends house. But that's good enough for us and we're all very excited.
We intend to enjoy the local sites as well as take the girls to the beach and to the zoo and I intend to watch films, read a book and write this blog!
Which is my round about way of saying...Hello, I'm back!
