Where we go and what we see
My son loved throwing pebbles into the sea For some time I’ve had a hankering to take my family to Ireland, but somehow it never happened. I imagined beautiful scenery, friendly people and a relaxed, peaceful, atmosphere, where my children … Continued
It was during our first evening at Calcot Manor that I felt a strange sensation. As I racked my brain to work out what it was, I realised that, although faintly recognisable, it wasn’t something that I’d experienced for a … Continued
What could be better than throwing back the curtains and looking directly onto a gloriously sandy beach? For my four-year-old daughter, the simple answer (when you discount ice cream, chocolate and strawberry yoghurt) is nothing. For her, Poole was the … Continued
The last time I went to Wales I was 12 years old and it rained every day. It’s hardly surprising then that I didn’t return to the land of the valleys for another two decades. Now, however, I’ve become a … Continued
When I was a child, we spent a week in Devon each year. I grew up with scones and clotted cream, glorious sandy beaches and green fields. They were great times but, as I got older, holidaying in the UK … Continued
A long, long time ago we had one baby and my dream was to go to a luxury family hotel and have some rest. It didn’t quite work out the way I had hoped – but that was her fault, … Continued
My daughter squealed with delight as the waves rushed over her legs. I’d never heard her so excited before. She was having the time of her life. I honestly hadn’t expected too much from our week’s holiday at Sandy Balls. … Continued