Today’s modern life is frenetic, for a variety of reasons, which I don’t need to examine now, but when on holiday, it doesn’t need to be that way too.
One of the special memories I have of growing up is of the picnics we used to have as a family when travelling on holiday. We’d usually leave home when it was still dark and as the dawn broke mum would start handing over a snack to us kids in the back seat. This was usually an egg sandwich aimed at tiding us over until we “stopped for breakfast” at the side of the road.
And even though we were on a mission to reach our destination, dad would always be on the lookout for laybyes and when a likely one was spotted he’d pull off the road and we’d stretch our legs as the basket was emptied on…
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