24 October 2014

back to bali

My mum has had a pretty grim time these last eighteen months so as a little (big, actually) pick-me-up, she and I went on our very first Mother Daughter Trip. We escaped to Bali for a week and took in the Ubud Writers Festival, together with a dose of sunshine, relaxation and respite from caring duties (hers, not mine unless you count feeding and watering three able-bodied lads and a husband, which I don't because these days they can feed and water themselves. Mostly).

There's a fresh offering by our front door every morning

I was a bit nervous about how Mum would fare, but we took things slowly and apart from one or two hitches (long queues in airports which proved tricky but were resolved by Mum nearly collapsing and me requesting a wheelchair which means you then get fasttracked through all the checks and desks - note to self for next time: book wheelchair right from the start) things went swimmingly.

In the villa #ubud

The festival was excellent with lots of interesting authors and essayists and playwrights (Val McDermid is a hoot, Fiona McFarlane is funny and eloquent, Eimear McBride is quite simply brilliant), great panel discussions and stunning locations and venues (but the steps! oh so many steps and stairs are hard work for an 82 year old)and an outstanding Women of Letters evening which was my personal highlight.

heavenly frangipani

There was also quite a lot of reading of books by the pool (I read The Signature of All Things and can highly recommend it) and the odd DVD watched while Mum went to bed early (The Railway Man, and The Dallas Buyers Club).

Bali sunset #ubud

Beautiful sunsets and sunrises, always.

Mega grasshopper side view

Wildlife on steroids.

Bali sky

More skies.

Aaaaah

It feels a bit like a stolen dream time now I'm back at my desk, cleaning the kitty litter tray, trying to come up with yet another dinner and wrangling the boychildren here there and everywhere.

But it was a wonderful and special thing to do together, just my mum and I. My only regret is that we waited until we are in our fifties and eighties to do it.

9 comments:

Janet said...

What a wonderful thing to do together! And that pool looks divine. Sounds like it was really good for you mum too.

Fairlie - www.feetonforeignlands.com said...

That looks like a fabulous experience to share with your mother. I'm glad to hear the writers festival was great.

kgirlknits said...

Brilliant thing to do together! Ubud looks so beautiful

Stomper Girl said...

Sounds like a perfect activity. Love all the photos, I feel quite relaxed now! Although not after seeing the size of that freaky grasshopper maybe.

Shammickite said...

Fabulous! You mum is a very lucky lady. Writer's festival indeed, and in such a beautiful location! I've never been to one, but I'm sure I would love it.

Julie said...

I rather rashly promised my eldest I'd take her away somewhere just the two of us when she turned 16. She was about 8 at the time so it seemed ages away, now its only 4 years away and I was regretting my promise. But your post makes me think I should keep it. Special times, mothers and daughters away together, alone. Your photos are lovely. Makes me want to get to Bali again soon.

Elizabeth said...

So so lovely. I wish I could do that with my own mum but sadly it is not at all possible.

kt said...

Don't scold yourself for waiting to do it. Instead, hug yourself for doing it. And hug your mum, too.

And to the mum of the 12-year old, take heart and start asking her where she'd like to go. Gather ideas until she's 15 and then plan it. You'll be glad you did.

I'm going to find a voyage to take with my 17-year old who is incredible, magical, and brilliant. She's off to college next year, so we need to do a little something special before then. Bali might be out of reach, but we'll figure someting out.

XXOO

MarmaladeRose said...

What a lovely thing to do. Your pictures have made me feel calm just looking at them.