I just got back from a week in Kefalonia with my family. None of us had really done a shamelessly lazy beach holiday before. We’re usually more of a ‘cultural city break’ bunch; you know, the kind of high pace holiday where you come home needing a holiday to recover from your holiday. So we were intrigued to see whether we’d get bored, or adjust effortlessly to a life of no effort.
We had my 5-year-old niece and nephew with us, who had never been on an aeroplane before, and are, let’s just say, full-on!! So that was the excuse we all needed to book a very easy, package-style holiday.
It was also great for me to finally go to Greece – about time considering we have several Greek family members.
I had been looking forward to it soooo hard! To the point of unhealthy obsession. A restorative break from the real world was clearly long overdue. I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself to get on my web dev career path, whilst working stressful shifts answering Lifeline calls from elderly vulnerable people. Just days before my holiday I was offered enough freelance work for the next 3 months to allow me to hand in my notice at Lifeline – no more night shifts!! This was of course validating and exhilarating; a fantastic and potentially life-changing moment. But stressful in its own, voyage-into-the-unknown kind of way. And just a week or two before that I had to suddenly vacate my beloved flat in Folkestone’s Creative Quarter, owing to some alarming structural problems caused by the knocking down of a nearby building which had been shoring-up my property! This was also actually a positive thing – I’ve moved into my girlfriend’s flat which is, frankly, just as great as the one I was wrenched from (how lucky am I?), and this is the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, a progression. But again, a big upheaval, a lot to absorb!
To hit the reset button by going to lay on an Ionian beach with a good novel and switching off entirely from life was, therefore, very welcome.
Hilariously, my sister didn’t tell the kids we were going on holiday, waking them up at 5am and herding them into the car. Even when they got to the airport and sussed that they were flying abroad, they didn’t know that Uncle Dan, Ruby and Granny were coming too until they saw us standing there in the terminal! They took it all in their stride.
Anyway, I was in two minds whether to make a video of the trip. I wanted, as I said, to switch off. Making even a natural, organic feeling vlog type video is deceptively hard work. What looks like a simple chronological stitching together of events shot loosely from the hip, takes tons of foresight and effort and diligence, before and during and after the fact. Those daily vloggers on YouTube are actually pretty fucking amazing, something you can’t understand until you try something similar for yourself. So I didn’t want to dedicate the trip to the documenting of the trip – I’ve written about this before. I also didn’t want to plaster the kids all over YouTube (you know, the whole consent thing). But I know that we all would absolutely love to have some kind of record of the key features of the holiday to reminisce over in the future – the beach, the hotel gardens…. the beach. We pretty much just laid on the beach the entire week, is what I’m saying.
So I did a little bit of filming here and there when I felt like it. I must have got a lot better at this sort of thing because when I got home I discovered I had a halfway decent amount of useable footage, and I managed to cobble together what I think is a coherent, watchable finished product that didn’t miss out too much. I’m well chuffed with it, and suspect I will look back on this video as a representation of one of my most relaxed weeks ever, in the very midst of one of my most tumultuous periods of flux ever.