Last summer’s trip to Iceland was amazing: the waterfalls, the stomach-churning whale watching, glacier hiking and snowmobiling. But I put my foot down this year and said that although I enjoyed the fly-drive idea, seeing
Mum’s Gone to Cyprus – Day 7 – Towelling Robes
Hugh Heffner and Junior at the Playboy mansion. When we first arrived at the hotel we noticed that we had two very lovely towelling robes hanging up in the bathroom. I decided that as our
Mum’s Gone to Cyprus – Day Six – The spa
Sitting by the pool today reading the information about the hotel’s spa: The Retreat – “the ultimate in top-to-toe pampering for body and mind”. I may be the only woman to admit to this but
Mum’s Gone to Cyprus – what day is it??
Starting to find we have a routine to our days so much so that I have no idea what day it is: 8.30am – start to get up. Hubby up first which is very unlike
Mum’s Gone to Cyprus – Day Two – mozzies & alcohol
Our lovely pool….and it’s heated! Wake up this morning after a miserable night’s sleep caused by the excesses of alcohol, food and a mozzie in the room. It all started at the club lounge’s happy
Mum’s Gone to Cyprus – Day One – Aphrodite Hills
I know, I know, I’ve only recently come back from Paris and now I’m off gallivanting again. Look away now anyone who can’t stomach another dose of holiday news. That’s just my mother still reading
Mum’s Gone to Paris – Day Four – Notre Dame
We have the second day of our 2-day Museum Pass to use today so need to get our money’s worth, but thankfully it includes most of the attractions we want to see anyway. The first
Mum’s Gone to Paris – Day Three – Art..art..art
He’s having a break from all the walking……… Hubby and I both wake at 5am, me with aching legs and him with a bad back. Too much walking combined with a very hard, uncomfortable bed.