Always a relief to be into this lovely month.
Reading choices in March have been Ellie Griffiths's books about forensic archaelogist Ruth Galloway, Muriel Spark's little gem "The Ballad of Peckham Rye" and the totally off piste "Ice Trap" by Kitty Sewell. My cousin Angie Perkins has just published a novella on Kindle called "Reindeers and Reminders" and I will be interviewing her in my next blog.
I've just come back from a short break in Oxfordshire with a friend. Lovely time, good food, great unseasonable weather and beautiful "Midsomer Murder" villages. But if you've not got a regular holiday partner, planning a big trip can be a problem. Single discounts are prohibitive and ransom companions can be a lottery.
Some of these issues are discussed in Diary of An Almost Baby Boomer...
Holiday brochures land with thump on the doormat. Discard the expensive and impossible (Vietnam/Cambodia/South America) immediately and even tempted to chuck the more modest ones. Because who will I go with? Beyond a week in a caravan or Center Parcs (hate the spelling) with Pete, Maria and the girls. Nice in its way, at least most of the time. But my options are limited.
Go away in my own. Tried it and found it depressing. Most other travellers (couples usually) friendly, but did feel like Billy No Mates. Other single travellers seemed either sad or odd which is how they must have seen me. Tried to feel liberated and empowered, but there was no one there to have a giggle with as we got ready for dinner, no one to moan to when you can’t get your hair right. Oh, OK, Newquay in February wasn’t the most inspiring choice for first attempt at going solo, but when you find yourself looking forward to the after-dinner bingo session, it’s not a good sign.