As we enter week 7 (8?) of lockdown in London, it strikes me that my life now has similarities with caravan holidays from my youth.Back before I’d ever been on a plane, Summer holidays were taken in Devon. It was roughly a 5 hour drive from Stoke-on-Trent where I grew up, punctuated by an overnight stay in Bristol to visit my grandparents. I remember the … Continue reading Caravans
I’m in Montpellier, making an escape from the UK just a few days after the latest in a long line of cancelled Brexit deadlines. Leaving the EU on Halloween proved to be a dystopian step too far, even for this government. And so we cling on to hope for better politics in 2020. When the daily grind gets too relentless, I find France can be … Continue reading French escape
I’m with my mum at a hotel in the North of England, on a special offer one night break. We’re here ‘to relax’. Since our last visit, the hotel has gone upmarket. We get a hint of what’s to come at the check-in desk. Our offer includes £30 per person to spend on dinner that evening. Great! I say, because £30 should buy a decent … Continue reading Muddy relaxation on a spa break
