Ushering the kids into the café, I realised it was packed.
In October 2019, my husband Matthew and I had taken our children Joseph, now 15, Thomas, 14, George, 11, and Mary, seven, to an outdoor activities centre whilst on holiday in Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland.
We’d had a lovely morning watching the kids tear around in the outdoor play area and exploring nature trails – but now it was time for lunch.
Only, as I scanned the café, I struggled to spot a free table.
‘There,’ Matthew, 51, said, pointing towards the back of the café.
We were lucky – there was a little table and comfy sofas overlooking the sea.
The table was a little low to eat lunch off of, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and we…