Being a farming family, we don’t get away on holidays very often but a few weeks ago I managed to tear himself away from his “other” girls (the cows) and go on what has now been dubbed a “holistay”. We booked a large family suite in a hotel and, otherwise, made very few plans. We prayed for weather decent enough for family hikes, beach walks and picnics. The weather mostly co-operated, and it was a wonderful time.

I mean, is my holiday-mode husband what other (non-farmer) husbands are like all the time?