“We just want to rest,” we kept saying. “Our lives at home are so busy. We just want to get away, rest, sit on the beach, enjoy the sunshine.” And I meant it. I was looking forward to time away, time off, unstructured time, time to sit and look at the water. Time to write. Time to put my feet up and read a beach novel.
Yet, I am a human being. Fractious. Contrary. Very like my 22-month-old grandson Lucas, who, the moment he gets the toy he wants, puts it aside and wants another.