Over the years we’ve had some very successful family holidays…and one or two not so much.
Any holiday, not just a family one, always has the potential to be a bit of a disaster.
I can recall two other really bad holidays that included snakes, robberies, a break up with a boyfriend, wasps everywhere and a toilet that flushed by itself 24/7. Constantly. For a week.
But when there’s kids in the equation, the scope for stress increases somewhat!
Our recent three day trip to Majorca was every bit the success and part of that was, I strongly believe, down to it being an impulsive one. More on that theory here if you missed it.
I’m pretty sure there are way more than five reasons why an impulsive trip or holiday is good for the soul.
But for the purpose of this post, I’m focusing on those that sprang to mind following our trip to Majorca.
When you consider the practicalities such as affordability, work and the commitment of having kids at school, impromptu holidays all of a sudden feel like a distant memory.
Then there’s securing last minute dog care, trying to find accommodation that fulfils your family’s needs and wants (air conditioning is a non-negotiable for me!) and the task of getting flights that match up at a fairly reasonable time of day. And that don’t cost an arm and a leg!
Oh and don’t forget that moment of horror when, as you’re all celebrating that you overcame all of the above successfully and efficiently, you realise that your daughter’s passport runs out two weeks before you’re due to fly…
Ever had a mad five minutes?
A mad five minutes that starts with a conversation about wanting to be where the palm trees are, basking in the warmth of the sun and ends with you sitting in your PJs booking flights?
That was us a few weeks ago and so now I’m off. Away with the family, in search of those palm trees in Majorca for a few days!
The chance for a rest couldn’t have come at a better time if I’m honest. It’s the turn of that stage. You know the one where for your own sanity’s sake you have to STEP AWAY from the computer, get a grip and accept you can’t take on extra work and still keep up blogging business as usual…
I’m sure I’m not alone in saying that London feels extra magical at Christmas. Whenever I go by myself for work at this time of year, I always spend half my time wishing the other two were with me to enjoy the twinkle and cheer.
Last Saturday we all got to spend time together in the big smoke and enjoyed a festive weekend in Chelsea, staying with one of my favourites, Cheval Residences.
We often go for the self-catering option when it comes to going away with Holly – it just affords a little more freedom in decisions and timings. Basing ourselves at Cheval Phoenix House just off Sloane Square was perfect for the kind of weekend we were after.
There was nothing more on the agenda than food, a little sightseeing and maybe a tiny amount of shopping. The older she gets, the more H likes to shop but has a limit that’s quickly reached and woe betide you if you attempt to stretch that!
Imagine the frosty countryside bathed in winter sunshine, a beautiful manor house hotel with festive food from the kitchens of Raymond Blanc and a Christmas scene dressed by The White Company… all served up in front of a roaring log fire. All at once. Yep – my Holiday Season excitement levels went through the roof last week!
My fellow bloggers and I hopped aboard a train at London Marylebone and were spirited away to Oxfordshire for a truly stylish white Christmas. Upon arrival we were treated to a warm welcome from hotel staff and The White Company team with coffee and pastries by the fire, before heading out to explore the gardens and orchards in the grounds of Le Manoir.