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Back from my summer break

I took the summer off from Blogging as in the UK, children only get six weeks off for the summer.  This year for unknown reasons, they only got five weeks off so we had a lot to cram into a very short summer.  We went on three family trips.  I'm using the word 'trip' because I've been out of the US long enough to not want to use the word 'vacation' and not in the UK long enough to want to use the word 'Holiday' so 'Trips' it is.
Our first trip was a two night trip to Legoland in Windsor.  The second was a three day trip to London where we spent two days at a Theme Park/Zoo called Chessington Wild Adventure and one day at a theme park called Thorpe Park.  The third trip was  a five day trip to Wales where I experienced my first British 'Caravan Holiday'.
There were also many day trips to more local places.  I don't think I have ever had such a busy summer (if you can call five weeks a summer).  I am still recovering.  My son went back to school on the 5th and life is going back to normal.
I don't have a lot of time now, but this week I hope to post some photos from our trips and maybe write about the troubles we have been having with my son returning to school.
Thanks for stopping by.  I'm back from my break so please stop back again soon :-)

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