The darkening evenings bring out in the female of the species, the need, nay, the desire, to visit the travel agents and come away with an armfull of glossy brochures, with the idea of picking next year’s perambulations……i.e. hols in the sun.
The concept of a cheap holiday has now evaporated with the dramatic increase in fuel costs, and some of the costs are quite frightening to say the least.
One friend, who likes his multiple-holiday-year recently said….’The holiday descriptions make your mouth water, but the prices make your eyes water’.
He sure is right! Anyone fancy a camping holiday in the back garden?