From summer in Croatia to walking across Wales, I’ve loved planning and remembering my breaks. It’s the experience itself that’s usually a letdown
A lot of us are spending an awful lot of time worrying about whether we will get to go on holiday this year. A foreign holiday is spoken of almost as a human right, like running water or food. If, God forbid, a holiday abroad is not possible then that is simply terrible. Our only option – horror of horrors – will be staying somewhere in the UK and, as everyone else is in the same boat, that will doubtless be exorbitantly expensive because everything will be booked up.
As a small corrective to this panic, it is surely worth remembering that holidays are often not really that enjoyable. They are still worthwhile, as it’s nice to look forward to a break; whether it turns out to be any good doesn’t really matter. But if the idea is to live in the moment, those golden moments are often somewhat lacking.
