It’s foggy, very foggy in fact. If it wasn’t for the ducks, the comfortable pillows and duvets, and the tub of porridge – I could be anywhere. But I’m not! I’m in a hotel looking out over a lake that is there somewhere.
The porridge is a sort of tradition. I try one each time I’m away. It stops me from wanting a huge mug of coffe and a lemon poppy seed cake from the Starbucks across the road. I’m saving myself for more goodies later.
The story of this holiday is a little different. My little family and my father in law are all in the 4 bed chalet – we are in the hotel. There simply wasn’t the room.
So I get to chill till I’m ready to surface while the grandchildren wake early. The clocks have gone back an hour this weekend – so their body clocks are on summer time.
Then the rest of the day is spent enjoying their company.
Apart from today!!! I’m going to the Spa with the girls.