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Going on holiday with your family can be a trying experience, but sometimes you just have to let go and appreciate where you are, writes Abigail George.
It’s January 2015 and we’re on our way from Port Elizabeth to Plettenberg Bay. The rental car is packed with nice goodies to eat; a Nikon camera; the latest Anne Tyler novel (for me, the eldest); my dad taking in the new world around him; mum the babysitter, amusing her grandson; my brother (the youngest) smoking a cigarette; my posh sister (the middle child) at the wheel; and a small child (my nephew, my brother’s son) going on his first seaside holiday.
