Malta will always hold a special place in my heart because it was the destination of mine and Kate's first holiday together. So when we had the chance of returning to the island and staying in the family apartment again we didn’t need much persuading, the only difference this time was that we’d be travelling as a family rather than a couple.
The last time I went on a family holiday I was a scruffy teenager that hated being seen anywhere with my parents. Now that I’m a responsible adult and father the opportunity to spend a relaxing week in a cottage in Norfolk with plenty of family members only too willing to help out with Fergus whilst we got some well-earned rest seemed too good to miss.
I've always wanted to do a driving holiday in the US; hiring a convertible, cruising along Route 66, staying in the motels and hotels that line highway one, the whole nine yards as the Americans would say. So, having spent the first two weeks in May realising that dream it's only right that I blog about our adventure. It's a long read so if you want to jump straight to the photos I won't be offended (hell, I won't even know!), they're all on Flickr.
I spent last weekend at Center Parcs with my in-laws, which might sound like some people's idea of hell but I had a great time. Kate's family are Center Parcs veterans of 20-odd years and introduced me to it for the first time a few years ago.
For my Christmas and thirty third birthday present Kate bought me the best gift a part-time Geordie and full-time Newcastle United fan could wish for: two tickets to Saturday's home game against Spurs and a stop over in Newcastle's Malmaison hotel.
There seems to be two translations of this popular German phrase, one is 'I am a Berliner' a statement of local pride, the other is 'I am a Donut'. Having just got back from a long weekend in East Berlin I don't know what camp we fell into. Probably a bit of both.
We had the pleasure of spending last weekend aboard Kate's parent's new canal boat: Load of Hay. I'd been on their last boat, Beta Blocker, but hadn't spent the night aboard. Come to think of it, I've never spent the night aboard a boat let alone a canal boat so there was plenty to look forward to. The boat itself is beautiful, both inside and out, and was given lots of nice comments from passers-by as we made our way along the Grand Union.
We arrived back in London today after a week in super-hot Morocco, Essaouira to be precise. We stayed in a traditional riad called La Baoussala for seven nights and only ventured out to spend a day at the beach and visit Essaouira town so yes, you could say it was a relaxing break.
Another month and even fewer posts thus far, I'm sorry dear reader(s). I'm determined to keep this blog running and not allow it to fade into obscurity like most (all) of my previous websites. I'm blaming the summer weather and also the reason for this post: our recent week long excursion to Dubrovnik in Croatia for my lack of blogging activity.
So Kate and I jumped on a train from the gleaming - and very impressive - St Pancras Station on Saturday headed to Rye for a two night stay in The George in Rye hotel. Kate had read all about it in several of her ladies publications and it was highly spoken of so we thought, why not?