Bank Holiday Heaven
As usual, I have to talk to you from the perspective of a Londoner. It’s difficult not to, really, as that is what I am. I’m hoping that you’ll agree with me on what I’m going to talk about this week.
The topic is bank holidays. I don’t actually even know which countries have these and which don’t, and I can’t be sure why they are called bank holidays. I’m tempted to Google it but I worry that I’ve asked the search engine too many stupid questions now and soon I’ll be on a list somewhere at the Google headquarters that all the staff stand around and laugh at.
So, here’s how it works. Everyone in England gets Monday off next week, creating a three-day weekend. It’s just one extra day, no big deal. Except it is a big deal! It’s almost more exciting than a week long holiday. Because everyone is off work, especially office workers. Sunday night will come and it will go and then it will be Monday and we’ll all still be chilling out somewhere having a great time. Not until Tuesday will we drag ourselves back into the office and the distance between Friday night and Tuesday morning is so vast most of us will be convinced that the day will never actually come. And if it does come, no biggie, four days of work and we’ll be back in the weekend again!
By Monday the excitement was building and now it’s at fever levels. Although it’s amazing how many people have been so excited they entirely forgot to organise something to do! If you are one of those people, fear not. There is still plenty of time to set off on an adventure with nothing but a holdall by your side and a smile on your face.
Three days is not long enough to journey too far from home so I would recommend somewhere within driving distance or a short flight. My personal method, although I do understand that not all of you will still have your maths pencil case from two decades ago, is to get out a paper map and a compass (the kind that draws circles, not the kind that tells you where north is). Place the pin end in your house and then draw a circle. Quite a small one since it’s a three day trip and then see what’s inside. As a Londoner, it’s amazing how close some places you think should be far away are. Belgium, for example, can be reached within an hour after stepping off the ferry in Calais. You could finish work and be in Amsterdam or Paris in time for a light snack and bed. Or England itself has some gorgeous countryside to explore that’s no more than a motorway and a couple of A roads away.
If you do have Monday off and haven’t sorted something out it’s now time to get the map out and have a look. I can almost guarantee there will be a beautiful little hotel within reach of you wherever you are – that’s the beauty of SLH being made up of more than 520 luxury hotels in over 80 countries.
If you’ve already chosen somewhere to go or are now making a plan I’d love to hear what you’re up to!
See you next week