Having just returned from a wonderful twenty-four hours at Cliveden House in Berkshire, I was reminded why England remains to be such an incredibly popular tourist attraction. Other countries absolutely have their own unique selling points but England easily competes for the tourist trade despite our propensity for rain, unfriendly prices and bad traffic.
As my family were here two weeks I decided to split up the time with one week at the beach, and the second week in the madness of Hollywood. It's nice to see the different sides of the California - moutains, beach, city, etc however within the area you choose are even more options and decisions!! So here is what I picked and why...
In addition to those, I've discovered another category. A category for the confused... The people who either don't quite get it, or are attempting a moment of comedy. Didn't they read up on what they were visiting in advance? Were they facing the wrong way? All I know is they provide some brilliant entertainment for the rest of us!
Many years passed before I realised you can "travel" in your own country, that we are actually surrounded by exotic locations, places we've never seen and dialects we don't understand... I'm visiting England's second biggest city precisely because it's not somewhere a visitor to the UK would normally visit.
January brings with it a much more vicious and ferocious beast than a few Facebook updates from Jen about how 2014 is her year (and that her cheating boyfriend can go to hell). Allow me to introduce to you, the January sales-seekers, otherwise known as the most horrible people you will come across in January (maybe).
A spring is certainly present in a lot of Londoners steps right now. They're pleased to hear that they can party all night and take multiple methods of transport home rather than dashing for the last tube or trying to find where that night bus goes from. However, there are so many issues with this idea.
What events like the Royal Wedding, the London Olympics and Wimbledon show are that, deep down, we are in fact amongst that most genuine and charming people out there. Give us a bottle of Pimms and we'll stumble and knock over our metaphorical walls. Give us a bit of sun as a remedy to our coldness, and our solar-powered souls are reinvigorated.
Summer is over. My big brown winter coat twinkles at me. But, I ignore his advances. As I explain to him, Jack Frost isn't exactly banging on my windows shouting obscenities. I have not yet walked outside and quivered the words "Cor blimey guvnor". No doubt I will, but not yet my big brown friend. You stay where you are. Oh, you heard me. Back to the coat hook. Off you go.