Friday, 2 September 2011


by Earlie Doriman
One of the campsites at Lake District. We joined the excitement
and fun with our friends who spent a four-day holiday here.
As I mentioned in my last post, an awkward experience on our way back from the Lake District gave me both laugh and fright to recount. It was not heartbreaking though, but to me and my wife who brought our two very young children, the episode was something I wished did not happen at all.
To start off the day, my youngest son who is nearly two years old woke up around 5:00 in the morning and without any possible option, I have to oblige myself to open my eyes and defy the laziness, then take him downstairs to simply stop him from crying and cause my other son to get up too. Anyway I thought, we were going to pick up my wife who worked night shift as a nurse so at least I have ample time to prepare. At exactly half past seven, we were on our way to Fairfield Hospital which is 15 minutes drive from our home, there we waited for few more minutes then my eldest son saw his mommy walked towards where our car was parked.