'Tis the season to pack emergency chocolate

The long-term weather forecast is always a little bit hit-and-miss here. Last week it was to be sunny on Saturday, then windy, then over-cast, and by yesterday an unseasonable flurry of wildebeest falling over the NW Metropolitan area was expected. Now they are saying 100% snowy precipitation just roundabout the time we're planning to take off. As Amsterdam and Manchester are in much of the same boat (although without the wildebeest), I personally forecast an eventful journey full of Bach's Flower Remedy, Christmas cake and Whale music piped through MP3 players. My hand-luggage will contain an abundance of food, a blanket and spare thermals.

This last week has been hectic with last-minute preparations, particularly as we'll be meeting bridgjo later on in the holiday up in Whitby. This means I actually have to be On the Ball (and not running off to hide in the airport coffee shop).

I've been also trying sort out speech therapy for T. She was a paper waiting to be written, when she never babbled as a bairn, and then only started talking when she was about two-and-a-half. Now, naturally, there are a few sounds she has difficulty with, namely "s" and "th". We have to make appointments for a Speech Therapist for her now, as leaving it too late would result in her having to make the phone-call herself, and then irony would ensue. She also has developed just the one sound which is obviously American - '-ar'. As she normally talks with an English accent, it's then rather alarming to be faced with a seven year-old yelling "Come on! Get into the car!"; she sounds like a rather irate, small pirate.

Alas sorting out the threrapy is tricky due to complex insurance issues. I have given up, and will try again once I have located the bottle-opener.

Ravenscar

We have done some walking this week. Each time we decide to go down to the beach for a 'fossic' or (we need to find a verb for this) 'a ferkle around in the rock-pools', Bridgjo decides to take us a way he last took when he was about 12. Unfortunately, since then about 10m and several houses have tumbled into the deep. The coastline is changing each time we come, and it was evident from today's yomp down to Ravenscar that Nature is not going to give up quite yet.

We'd hiked all the way to the alum works, fueled by Bothams' best (tea cakes, curd tarts and pasties), then got stuck. Although in the past Bridgjo and I have gamely flung ourselves down the sides of cliffs with a couple of fishermen's rope and a crampon, we have to now be slightly more sensible with a five-year-old, but not too much, in case we deprive her of living life on the edge. Or not.

So we had to climb back up to the golf course (whilst trying to look as if we were not trespassing), and back down the other way. Only about a 2 mile detour. Luckily T is too young to quantify what this means, although I was gagging for a cup of tea by then. Oh God. I can see myself starting to take a thermos with me. It will be plaid rugs next, mark my words. And using phrases like "Mark my words".

When we got to the beach, we decided against looking for fossils (fossicing), as the cliffs were looking precarious. this time, we concentrated on the rock pools, with the crabs, hermit crabs, fish and jelly tot "anenemonenes".

And then we looked up to check the tide, and found ourselves eye-balling a group of seals. This was a big thrill, as they came quite close. Further up the beach there was a pup, who'd been stranded, so the family must have been gathered round waiting for the tide to come in and help it out. It was great to see them, and it rounded off a truly great holiday.