.....to stay in a tower.
We, Eldest, Youngest and myself spent a week up in Galloway - ensconced in a Tower gate house just a few steps from a rocky shore.
In the distance I could see the island of Heston with it's resident sheep and if I squinted hard enough I could just make out the distance shores of the northern Lake District.
The boys would eventually stumble out of the tower with ruffled hair and bleary eyes but within moments of inhaling the salty air and seeing the sea, they would descend the rocky edge to the water and start skimming stones or taking photos of the sea spray.
We had a lovely escape - we walked, we talked, we ate well, I knitted and took a gazillion photos and apart from the fact that Himself was unfortunately left behind working, we had a wonderful holiday.
I promise more photos and stories as the week progresses.