Because of Easter and Bank Holidays and Royal Weddings, we finish work today and now have eleven days off by the simple act of booking three days of annual leave. (Thank you very much, William and Kate.) We are heading down to Cornwall over the Easter weekend, to a campsite next to the beach, where plans include reading books, drinking beer, riding a tandem and driving our tent-neighbours nuts by practising Scarborough Fair over and over on the ukulele.
There may then be a second camping trip to West Wales over the second Bank Holiday weekend, weather and desire to watch the wedding on TV pending. There will be barbecues. There will hopefully be Pimms. I can’t wait.
All we need to do is not forget the tent.