Frequent Flyer, travel writer and new mum join us as we follow Helen Wright on the highs and lows of being a #travelmum on her year long adventures with her son Finn...
Helen a.k.a #travelmum
Meet Helen... our new travel columnist who will be sharing her year long travel adventures only on Junior
Snapping my seatbelt in place, I gazed at the low sun setting over Mykonos airport as our plane headed for the runway. I am always sad to go home after a week at the beach but this wasn’t just the end of a great holiday: for me it was the end of an era.
At 27-weeks-pregnant, our flight home to London would be my last as a carefree, non-tired, non-mum. I had no idea what the next year would bring, let alone how long it might be before I would be again drinking overpriced wine from a plastic cup and stuffing my well-travelled backpack under the seat in front.
As a journalist and travel blogger, I was averaging between one or two trips per month and so when I announced my pregnancy in summer 2016, my friends, family and even complete strangers were quick to point out that I would have to say goodbye to my ‘jet set lifestyle’.
Of course, I would nod along and log the comments in with the helpful ‘stock up on sleep now’ and ‘never wake a sleeping baby’ advice but in the back of my mind there was a part of me just itching to deliver my son, pack his suitcase and prove them all wrong.
I’ll spare you the middle bit – swollen ankles, heartburn, a three-day labour and some very sore boobs later, my little travel companion has arrived and he is excellent.
This mini-adventurer is almost four-months-old now and we’re getting ready for our first weekend away as a family with daddy, Simon.
To ease ourselves in gently we’ve planned a low-key cottage break in the Brecon Beacons, Wales. This is our version of the bunny slope ahead of a looming black run next month - a ten-hour flight to California. And much like skiing, I have the gear but no idea.
Now the miniature foghorn is here, I’m not sure I really appreciated the peaceful Grecian sunset as much as I should have, but there’s no way I am backing out now. As a wriggly, hiccupping bump, Finn flew 17 times and clocked up 15,000 air miles.
I’m hoping, therefore, he was born already set to airplane mode and I’ll somehow have created a frequent flying cross between Richard Branson and David Attenborough – passport in hand and braced for landing.
You never know…
Enjoying some 'kid free' travel was all part of the day job...
Helen and her boys: Simon and Finn
If you’ve got your own dribbling explorer in tow, follow our adventures here and if you’ve got any tips, tricks or advice to offer, drop me a line in the talkback comments section below.
Just like skiing, my basic plan is to focus on where I’m going, stay on my feet and enjoy the ride.
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