
Had I not spent half the time wrapped in a T-shirt, two jumpers, two jackets, a scarf and hiking boots and still been shivering, it would have been the type of beach holiday sun worshippers dream of. Not that Tom minded the icy wind whipping across the Pembrokeshire beaches.

There’s a mood of trepidation as we close the front door. The teenager, my wife and I are setting off on a 1,000-mile drive to Italy’s Lake District. The car is amply stocked with food, drink, CDs and a lilac teddy bear appears to have snuck on to the back seat.

Ducks, wild rabbits, swallows, crabs, shrimps, bats, badgers, deer and possible seal sightings. Throw in the prospect of finding a fossil or better still a dinosaur footprint and my kids were in their element.
As my family originally came from Germany I had always wanted to visit the country, but never quite got around to it. So when the opportunity came up to visit the stunning Black Forest I grabbed it with both hands.
Years ago I used to regularly visit the south-west of Ireland on holiday with my parents and sister. We had some fabulous times even when it poured with rain and the sea mist didn’t rise all day.
Fuchsia, Serenity, Inheritance, Joy, Life O’Reilly, Stress-Free, Elegance, Serendipity. If the names of the narrowboats moored at various points along Shropshire’s Grand Union Canal were anything to go by, we were in for a treat.
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