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Two years on and so much has happened and changed. No wonder I haven't had any time for blog writing!
I've had the absolutely indescribable joy of becoming a Dad and Step-Dad, which has changed my whole life. My Girlfriend became my Fiancée on a soggy, windswept day up at Flamborough Head and we'll be tying the knot by the seaside later this year.
This Summer, along with the birth of our daughter, Olympics fever hit Bridlington and the Yorkshire Coast as the Olympic Torch found it's way to our little corner of the world.
It was actually a beautifully sunny day when the torch came to Town and we positioned ourselves somewhere we could get free drinks for Ethan....very clever Mummy. The excitement was palpable, even though the torch wasn't to be carried by a local athlete or fund-raiser. No. It was to be carried by a Saudi Arabian Dietician as far as we could tell. As the convoy started to make it's way down Scarborough Road, the crowd started edging forward, keen to get a glimpse of the flame. Then finally there it was! And then it was gone again and we all went home.
It sounds a bit sappy, but the Summer of 2012 was a time where we could really truly be proud to be British and be from Bridlington (even though I still classify myself as a Bristolian). It was great to be able to fly the Union Flag and put some bunting out, without anyone thinking we were a bit strange. The Olympics looked great down in London. We did actually have tickets to Men's Hockey but as our daughter was due to be born the day before the matches were due to take place, we had to give them away. In fact, our daughter arrived a day later on the exact day and exact timing of the hockey session. So it probably was lucky we didn't chance it! The weather was even pretty good over the Summer and we were able to get down to the beach a couple of times. The North Sea never seems to warm up though. Definitely not good for swimming, unless you want your extremities to turn blue. So it was definitely a Summer I will never, ever, forget!
It was actually a beautifully sunny day when the torch came to Town and we positioned ourselves somewhere we could get free drinks for Ethan....very clever Mummy. The excitement was palpable, even though the torch wasn't to be carried by a local athlete or fund-raiser. No. It was to be carried by a Saudi Arabian Dietician as far as we could tell. As the convoy started to make it's way down Scarborough Road, the crowd started edging forward, keen to get a glimpse of the flame. Then finally there it was! And then it was gone again and we all went home.
It sounds a bit sappy, but the Summer of 2012 was a time where we could really truly be proud to be British and be from Bridlington (even though I still classify myself as a Bristolian). It was great to be able to fly the Union Flag and put some bunting out, without anyone thinking we were a bit strange.
The Olympics looked great down in London. We did actually have tickets to Men's Hockey but as our daughter was due to be born the day before the matches were due to take place, we had to give them away. In fact, our daughter arrived a day later on the exact day and exact timing of the hockey session. So it probably was lucky we didn't chance it!
The weather was even pretty good over the Summer and we were able to get down to the beach a couple of times. The North Sea never seems to warm up though. Definitely not good for swimming, unless you want your extremities to turn blue.