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A Family Holiday in Eyemouth


My boys and I recently went to Eyemouth on holiday.  Randomly, Ian decided this year that we should look at collecting the tokens in the Sun for the £9.50 holiday offer.  Obviously, the price doesn't stay at £9.50, but nevertheless, we made five choices, Eyemouth being number one (mainly for the location and the travel time).  To be fair, we didn't expect much;  all we wanted was a few days away from normality - to forget about bills and the dull routine of working, eating and sleeping.


When we woke up on Monday morning and the sun was blazing through the windows, never for one second did I think that it would last all week.  It would be a bit naive to be hopeful - we're British - in my 27 years I don't think I've ever been able to count on the weather and I'm not that happy-go-lucky.  It rained on our wedding day and when I had Jacob, we were snowed-in whilst in hospital.

If you have never been to Eyemouth, it is definitely worth a visit.  The resort is on the cliff, overlooking the sea and the town itself.  I think many of us can overlook how beautiful our country is and to find these little spots of glory never ceases to stir up something in me, whether it be amazement, wonder, patriotism or a little bit of all those feelings.  As we arrived, I felt this sense of calm and happiness wash over me, which didn't falter the whole of the holiday.  If anything, I was overcome with how happy and relaxed we were.  Jacob was visibly excited, probably because he could tell that Mammy and Daddy were too.  He made himself right at home in the caravan and settled every night in his travel cot (although it was a tight squeeze fitting it in).

We did go to Eyemouth when it was out-of-season, so most of the places I would have liked to visit (Gunsgreen House, Eyemouth Museum and a few attractions in nearby areas) were closed until 1st April.  We had planned to visit the Honeybridge Bee Farm, but we couldn't find the turn off - a restricted access road that we completely drove past.  Nevertheless, we had a wonderful time walking around Eyemouth, spending an afternoon at the beach (where Jacob enjoyed a plodge in the surprisingly clear North Sea), and having a look to St Abbs which is about ten minutes further up the coast.  We enjoyed the best fish and chips we had ever tasted from Mackays, and the local amenities were faultless - you only need a Co-Op for a loaf and some milk.  And if that isn't good enough, Berwick is fifteen minutes away (eight miles).

What a needed and most enjoyed trip.  We managed to fit everything we needed into the Corsa and the best part of it was Jacob learning to walk and kicking a ball with his Daddy.

Roll on May when we are going back!

HLW x

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