My family comes from Pembrokeshire Rain, mackerel, smelly welly boots, kerosene fires, sibling fights, and hay bale tunnels are my main memories of childhood holidays there. The Wales of my childhood was a very different place I remember a farmer with three cows which he walked through the village, a tomato grower in the house on the corner and my Auntie Megan driving up and down the country lanes in her mobile shop. This year felt very strange because we weren’t able to cross the border for four months In the summer, we managed to meet my family for a few days’ camping in the cleft of land where England meets Wales. The views were incredible and helped me feel human again. It was an emotional reunion with my mum: my nan died during the pandemic, and my dad just before lockdown, so it’s been a very hard time. I have a bit of a mountain obsession at the minute I climbed Snowdon with the children for the first time two years ago, and we all enjoyed it so much that it gave us a taste for holidays with a physical aim. We were meant to climb Ben Nevis just before lockdown and were sad to miss it.