Tomorrow will be the penultimate day of our time here at the van with the grandchildren. It’s the first time I’ve been able to sit down and write, as Marc and Lisa have now gone home with their children, and Sam has taken the other two down to the park to let off steam before bedtime.
It’s been quite hectic here, what with barbeques to cook, kids to entertain, and childish disputes to sort out. Nevertheless, I think we’ve given them all some great memories to look back on, but there’s one memory I have of the holiday which I haven’t shared with any of the others…
Yesterday the whole family were at the van for a barbeque. Sam was outside on the decking cooking all the meat, Marc and Lisa were also sitting outside, and the kids were running in and out. I popped into the bedroom to get a jumper, as the wind was blowing a little bit cold. On the way back outside I had to pass our en-suite bathroom, and there was a boy standing at the sink with his back to me.
At first I thought it was one of the grandchildren, but our grandsons are much smaller than this boy was. Our other two are girls, and this boy at the sink was a sturdy 10 or 11 year old.
I blinked and took a second look, but he had vanished. I definitely saw him, and I’m not going mad.
Who was he? Hmm… is our van haunted? It’s only about 12 years old. It’s a mystery!