Holiday in Clovelly North Devon 18th Sept to 25th Sept
Over the coming few days I will, energy providing, give you an account of how it feels to holiday with CFS/ME and just how frustrating and limiting the experience can be.
My Daily Journal
Saturday:
All the necessary preperations carried out: tablets, fresh vegetables for juicing, juicing machine (can't leave the house without that), luggage all packed by hubby, sat nav set, approx journey time three and three quarter hours to our destinations of Clovelly in North Devon.
The journey went off without any problems, felt ok for most of the time but needed to stray off the main route to find a place to have some food and a toilet break. Stopped in a small village at a very old Country Inn, "The Stags Inn" and had a break for one hour. Lunch consisted of locally reared ham, organic egg, chips and salad washed down with my usual orange juice and hubby had a pint of the local brew. All very tasty and enjoyable, suitably rested and refreshed we were quickly on our way to our final destination.
We arrived at our cottage at Burscott, Clovelly at 3.45 p.m. and were greeted by the house keeper who explained the layout and facilities of the cottage. Very nice, lovely looking cottage and we were not dissapointed. Sometimes photographs can be very misleading but that was not the case. Well laid out and all the amentities you could wish for, oven, microwave, fridge, washing machine, dish washer, tumble dryer,T.V. DVD player, it had the lot including wonderful views from the kitchen window over the Devon countryside.
We settled in and decided to go for a short walk to explore our surroundings, hubby got the map out and said we could try a walk to the top end of Clovelly approx half a mile away. Over two stiles and three small fields later we arrived at the school house and I knew I was struggling, legs like lead I had to stop to rest. Hubby went down the lane to see how much further it was to go, he returned shortly to tell me " there's no way you will make it , it's too steep and too far ".
So we headed off back to the cottage. The return journey quickly sapped my remaining energy and I couldn't even raise my legs over the stiles without hubbys help. We eventually made it back, exhausted I lay down on the sofa to rest, well too much for one day I thought take it easy tomorrow.