Do you remember that time we won an overnight stay in castle in Scotland? No, well you can remind yourself of that here. We’d flown in to Inverness airport, picked up a nippy Fiat 500L, which I had never heard of up until this point, and spent time exploring the Scottish Highlands. The first day involved a visit to the Glenfiddich Distillery which was great, followed by an overnight and uneventful stay at Loch Ness which was perfectly fine but Nessie disappointingly never appeared.
The stunning and rugged coastline of Wales is well documented in the photography world and no more so than Llanddwyn Island on the coastline of Anglesey – one of the most beautiful spots in Wales that I have had the pleasure of visiting.
This wild and wonderful piece of Wales is steeped in history – the name Llanddwyn translates to the The Church of St. Dwynwen, Wales’ patron saint of lovers, who’s feast day is celebrated on the 25th January (to mark the date of her death in the year 465). This is basically the Welsh equivalent of St. Valentine’s Day, but without the huge marketing campaign and profitability of the card selling stores!
Planning a Caribbean trip, what’s the first thing that comes to mind?
For the majority, I would guess that it’s beautiful white sandy beaches, turquoise waters, cocktails and palm trees. Is that you? Well, it’s definitely me, I can promise you that. So once upon a time, my other half suggested that we go to Cuba. I dismissed it, thinking immediately of Havana – I didn’t want a ‘city break’. Don’t get me wrong, Havana was definitely on my bucket list – it just wasn’t that kind of holiday. I carried on scanning through pages of luxury resorts in Antigua, St. Lucia and Barbados putting Cuba out of my mind completely. Then, one day, I stumbled upon some beautiful coastline images and beach resorts in Cuba. The Cayo’s, Holguin and Varadero. Miles of pristine white sands, happy people sipping drinks from coconuts and exclaimed, as if it was my idea all along, ‘Why don’t we go to Cuba, it looks gorgeous’!
I don’t really know Manchester very well. Having visited only a handful of times in my adult life to catch up with friends, for work visits or for gigs, I never had the opportunity to get to know the city. What I have seen in that handful of visits over, hmm … about 22 years, is that there have been significant changes. The city centre I seem to remember visiting during my University days, has now developed into a much larger, vibrant and exciting place. So on this basis, to tie with a flying visit to town to meet a friend who has recently moved there (oops, it’s been a year) and my old Uni pal who has lived there for ever, I had a Sunday morning to spare before heading back home.