Our normal day-to-day breakfasts are rushed affairs.
The kids trickle down the stairs, lay the table, scoff their weetabix and leave. DH eats breakfast at work, and I don’t usually eat until I feel hungry; so usually mid morning. In short, we rarely eat together as a family.
Except when we are on holiday. When we are on holiday, we try and eat breakfast together. However, it doesn’t always go to plan.
Here are half the family eating breakfast at Andersson’s Camp near Etosha, in Namibia. DD1 was up at the buffet and DH was back in his room, searching for a guide book that showed up 2 days later, in my bag. I’m behind the camera, as usual.
It’s 6 am and we are about to head off on safari for the day. Breakfast was a choice of fruit and yoghurt, meat and cheese, cream and porridge, freshly baked rolls, eggs and bacon washed down with plenty of coffee. It was a good spread.
The unhygienic black bag with the dusty bottom on the table is my camera rucksack, I carried that thing for miles. It should really have been on the ground.
The kids are more asleep than awake and too bleary eyed to appreciate the view over the waterhole.
But I took a photo of it, so we can gaze at it anytime.
And once we got to the park, we found we weren’t the only ones who woke up hungry.
Animals like a bit of breakfast too!
For other breakfast photos, check out this week’s Gallery, over at Sticky Fingers.