We took the Bun's back in time this week for a tour around where it all started. Although Miss Rosey was born in Brighton, we've never taken her there since we moved when she was a baby. There's no family left there to visit and friends have moved on so it just never happened. In our heads it remained as it was. It was the magical place where Mr Bun's childhood was played out, where we fell in love, made our first baby and talked about our dreams for the future.
We've told the Bun's tales of all our favourite places and so we tried to show them as many of them as we could. First stop was the Devil's Dyke and to sit atop the South Downs, then we headed down to the seafront to promenade from the Palace Pier towards Hove.
It was hard seeing the West Pier obliterated with no chance of being restored. Even in it's poorly state before the fire it had a romantic beauty about it. I used to love watching the birds swoop up and down into the crumbling theatre while we sipped drinks on the shore.
The next day we whizzed them around the Pavillion and Brighton Museum, followed by a spot of shopping. My favourite place is Preston Manor and Park and I was so glad the Bun's loved it too. Really it was a tour of old places. We love history and tell the Bun's endless stories about people and the past to help it all come alive to them. Preston Manor is a real gem as it feels as if the family have just stepped out for a walk while we nosy about their home.
We managed to fit in a tour around Lewes where we used to go treasure hunting, but that was pretty disappointing to be honest. Most of the shops and cafes we loved had closed down and I found it pretty unexciting. My favourite was this old shop front with a divine cooker sitting in the window. Plans to head off to Charleston and see the De La Warr again the next day were cut short when Little Bun got so homesick missing her animals and home, so in our usual style we chucked our stuff in the car and hit the road Northwards.
We've never stayed for the full holiday anywhere. We love the life we've made here and just get itchy to get back to it and if the weather's beyond rubbish I prefer rubbish weather while I'm comfy at home. Maybe we've become old farts, but to be honest we're just content and happy in our world. For years we travelled here and there looking for the place where we'd feel happiest. Now we've realised it's where all the people and animals we love are so we can stop searching.
It felt good to be back in the small piece of heaven we've made. I fed my hens this morning, cuddled Pip and Ollie our cats, sat with Pixie our bunny for a while and just felt good. Mr Bun bought some dahlia's from the honesty stall in our village for me and got a big kiss back.
I arranged some new treasures here and there before sorting out breakfast.
Favourite china came out for coffee and dippy eggs, before we headed off to Grandma's to get our boy Alfie Blue back. A whole week nearly without the boy has been hard. We're softies for our world and I guess that's just the way it is when you're happy with what you have.