Back in September, Simon and I re-visited Scarborough, where we first met eight years ago. (Want to know how that happened? Read our love story – How to Rope an Englishman).
We were both 21 then, and thought we knew an awful lot about life. We walked the streets where we first fell in love, sat on the bench where we first confessed our feelings for each other, and hung out with some good friends who nurtured our budding romance.
Eight years on, and we’ve been through a heck of a lot. And although there are days when I miss the butterflies and romance of the early days of our courtship, I wouldn’t trade this – our deep friendship, our knowing each other inside-and-out, our perfect, tiny family – for anything.
Walking the streets of Scarborough as a four-years-married couple with our little boy in tow was a great reminder of just how far we’ve come, and just how impossible it would’ve been for our 21-year-old selves to ever predict what was in store.
View of the South Bay, Scarborough castle (on top of the hill out in the distance) and harbour from the promenade.
Nick took us to a farm, where we had lunch and let Adlai look at animals and generally be cute. Like so…
I love my family.
And I loved this trip to Scarborough. Stay tuned for more photos of our re-visit to the place where we fell in love.