February flying, continued

This has often been the time of year that Philippa and I would venture abroad for some Winter Sun, and I must admit I’m missing it. I have spent long periods of today having a look at travel agency websites to see if there are bargains to be had, and I’ve even been watching some 24-hour webcams broadcasting from beaches in Madeira, or the top of a hotel in Bermuda. Maybe that was a bad idea as it’s just filled me with a wistful longing and made me even more fed up with the British Winter.

It’s hard to know how to feel about booking a foreign holiday. It would be nice to have something to look forward to in a few months’ time, but who knows where we’ll be with the pandemic and if we’ll be allowed to go anywhere? We could book a lovely stay at Lame Como (for example) only to have it cancelled the day before and be left in an awful mood.

Thinking about it, this is all feeling rather familiar, so I think I must have covered all this in a previous blog, so I think I’ll leave that subject there for now.

On the plus side – I am about to start working for someone who runs a holiday company, and I imagine he has lots of interesting contacts within the industry, so as soon as the skyways open up again I bet he can fix me up with a super stay somewhere sunny and splendid.

RC 8-2-21
1900 GMT