"Go get cleaned up for dinner, little miss," I tease as I tickle Charlotte's sides, laughing as she squeals before wiggling out of my grasp and racing off through the back door into the house. I look to the other side of the patio, smiling to myself when I see you bouncing little Oliver on your hip while pointing out some trees to him.

Life has been "incredibly* hectic lately, with tour starting and still dealing with after effects of quarantine last year, so with my first break in the middle of shows I desperately needed some quality family time out where no one could bother us.

My mum still has a home that's fairly out in the countryside and she invited my sister Gemma, her husband, me, you, and our children: 3 year old Charlotte and 7 month old Oliver.

It’s our first evening of the week out here, and I already feel ten times more relaxed. I’ve always secretly preferred the more private homes that are a bit more secluded, which you can’t really get in LA or London, so I’m happy we took this chance to get away.