A thought rambled through my head yesterday.
We didn’t have a break this year so I think I deserve one next year. One needs a break from doing nothing, and the best break from doing nothing is to do something.
The problem that arose then is where to go?
I toyed with the idea of France again, and tossed in Ireland as a possible alternative. I started looking around the various areas of France that I might be interested in, trying to avoid the Dordogne as I have been there several times before. My requirements are simple – somewhere that likes dogs and isn’t paranoid about smokers. I did a search for a place in France and found about five, and none of them in an area where I particularly wanted to visit.
So to take a break from looking at France I took a look at Ireland. Jayzus but that was worse! I got pissed off trying to find somewhere that would accommodate my simple desires. The concept of a holiday seemed to be fading.
Then another thought crossed my mind. Why France or Ireland? Why not try England?
There are advantages and disadvantages to a trip to the UK.
The main advantages are that they speak a close approximation to English, though judging by their latest census figures, that’s about to change and to visit I soon would have to learn Pakistani or Urdu or something. They are also quite close. The old ferry trip is only three or four hours what means it’s a lot cheaper and Penny wouldn’t be caged up for too long. They also drive on roughly the same side of the road as us.
The main disadvantages are that they generally have much the same weather as us and it’s a long way to go to get pissed on, and they don’t have cheap tobacco so I can’t stock up for the journey home.
I had a look around and to my surprise there are quite a few places that are dog and smoker friendly. England is beginning to look like a distinct possibility.
I only have one fear though.
Why do I picture myself arriving and finding a big sign in the window – “No Irish”?