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We love exploring, either close to home on an afternoon out, slightly further afield on a weekend away, or to a far flung destination picked because it happened to be on page 83 of the travel guide and we were asked to pick a number between 1 and 230.
Today we ventured over to Ciutadella. The other major town on the island, at the opposite end from Mahon. It might have been the capital of Menorca but lost out in a vote to decide who could call themselves the main town, though it is widely regarded as the religious capital of the island. In true Barrow style we did no research on any of it before we left,
So with the news that a friend was staying on the other side of the island, without a pool, we wasted no time in saying “well why don’t you come for breakfast and a swim”! Our place is the perfect spot for a breakfast and pool party after all! Suffice to say they were VERY impressed when they arrived and sad they hadn’t thought of booking with James Villas too.
The first day of a villa holiday is always dominated by a food shop, isn’t it? Or in our case two. I never leave home without tea and milk but it’s hard to bring anything more than that isn’t it? And I do love a foreign supermarket! Mr B and I did a quick Google of nearby supermarkets over a cup of tea and found there were several within
We arrived at Villa Grace late last night, slightly battered by a rather disrupted flight (not the fault of the airline at all, who were amazing, but a rather loud passenger who not only screamed for an hour but kicked the back our seats and threw things at our heads) and pretty much dumped our stuff and headed out to find somewhere to eat. From a first glance though
Window Wednesday used to be a pretty regular thing around these parts. And then it drifted off which always made me a bit sad if I am honest. So with a new vision and determination to write regularly I am bringing it back as often as I can, starting with the Tarn Centre in Cumbria. If you don’t know, I love windows. And doors. I love photographing doors, and I
This is the one about the yoga retreat. About how a middle aged overweight woman who has never done yoga before went off to the South of France for a four day yoga retreat. I don’t actually know where to start with this one if I am honest. To such an extent that I haven’t been able to get my head around the angle I want to come at this
Top Tips for choosing a villa holiday I don’t know about you but choosing a villa to stay in can be an absolute minefield, with no guarantee you are actually going to find the villa as described in the glossy brochure, or ad on the internet. We have stayed in some shockers over the years, and have had varying degrees of success in remedying the situation. Problems with the accommodation can really
Gosh it feels like such a long time since I sat down and wrote a blog post I am not sure I even remember how these days. Seems that life is rushing past me faster than ever and I find myself approaching the middle of the year without really knowing what has happened to the previous few months. Life has happened. Lots of it. Real life that has kept me
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. / At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them I have written a couple of times about our family’s connection with WW1, how my great grandfather fought and died in the war, explaining more in this post from 2015: WW1, VE Day and
4 Ways to feel more refreshed before travelling long haul Travelling long haul can be a tiring, by the time you’ve made your way there and managed to make your way through passport control, you then have the actual flight to get through before you’ve made it to your destination. If you’re on a long-haul flight it can be even more tiring, so anything you can do before hand to
What do you call a booze cruise without a cruise? Sounds like start of some dodgy joke, right? But seriously, if you get the train from Folkestone rather than the ferry from Dover, with a view to a day of buying booze, what do you call it? We pondered this as we sat in the car park waiting to board the 09.20 to Calais last week. We also pondered lots
We didn’t let the rain put us off when we woke up at the Devizes Camping and Caravanning Site just outside Devizes a few weeks ago. This was, after all, our first weekend away in Betty the Bus and we planned to make the most of it. The original plan was to wander the tow path into Devizes, have some lunch and then wander back again. But then we