This is going to be a vacation, a real vacation. We’re heading south to the sun to escape the long, drear, Scottish winter which this year has extended into spring. I’m determined to do nothing, take no notes, make no trips, nothing.
So I do nothing.
We sit on loungers around the pool either reading or watching other people reading or lounging, checking the temperatures back home (still hovering around freezing) or dip our sun-warmed bodies into the water to cool off. Bliss! We do this all day, every day.
I don’t join in the Aquarobics, the t’ai chi class or even pay much attention to the fashion show around the pool. I take photos of my husband instead of squeezing him out of the frame as I usually do, so that I can use the photo in an article.
We make a couple of brief sorties out of the hotel just to see where we are. We walk along the boardwalk (windy) and look at the sea (the Atlantic – toe-curling cold) and then return to the warm oasis of the hotel for a coffee and a large slice of strawberry gateau (delicious).
We spend a whole week like this and return home relaxed, refreshed and with nothing, absolutely nothing, for me to write about. Well, almost nothing….