Skyscanner – I love you.
I kid myself that I’d have trawled the cheapo flight sites, searching for the travel holy grail: conveniently timed flights for the price of 6 bottles of plonk – for any more than an hour. So, you have saved me hundreds of pounds and a frustrating hour’s web-search.
Putting my dates and then a generic UK to Spain into the search bar – and there it was: row upon row of £39 return flights from here to there…
We’re off on holiday. Again. 12th – 19th October.
Spain, of course. Again. Tho this time further North – the Costa Dorada, to a little place called L’Ampolla on the Ebro Delta.
 |
| Beach just down from the Apt – L’Ampolla, gateway to the Baix Ebre |
And because it’s only an hour from Barcelona we’ll get a chance to gasp at the Sagrada Familia again and wonder at Las Ramblas and worship at Camp Nou…
We’ve rented a fine apartment 100m from the beach. The car is hired. Evan, Jamie, Ana, Robert and I cannae wait.
Until then they have school to attend; lessons to learn. Except they are already talking about travelling and what they’ll see and do. Ana’s mildly concerned about the cats – but only mildly. Evan’s slightly worried his passport won’t be renewed in time – but only slightly. Jamie’s sang froid is impressive. Robert knows he’ll need the break because he’s frazzled already and working flat out for an inspection.
As for me – I’ve clients to be advised and represented. Tribunals to prepare for. Professional folk to liaise with. Conferences to attend and speeches to deliver. And that was filling me with a sense of dismay. Except now I’ve something to look forward to…and strangely it’s made me enjoy work more.
Impaled on the thistle 