Once again it has come round to the time of year when I get dragged off for a couple of weeks adventure in the company of Annette who rarely seems to have any clear idea of what she wants from the break. A classic example was last years coach trip to Dingwall Scotland, which despite the horrendous coach journey proved to be quite a pleasant break, from my point of view.

This year, after weeks searching for a holiday outside the euro zone a casual glance at a reduced last minute holidays sees us booked on a cruise of the North Mediterranean with the extra 3 days on Majorca. I am not overexcited at the prospect of being stuck on a boat the size of Bilston with thousands of strangers for a week. I find traveling in this manner most boring, although to be fair the journeys I have made in the past were limited to eighteen hours on ferry to and from Germany.  There are supposed to be plenty of activities on board but, I expect they will by and large be over subscribed and I remain skeptical as to the wisdom of this holiday.

Perhaps the days ashore will be worth the tedium, but with some town in North Italy the first call and then some posey French Riviera town as another, that just leaves Barcelona and Corsica.  I’m at least hoping we’ll escape the damn rain for a short while.

More as and when I get back.