Happy New Year to all, backdated of course to make it look as though I didn't forget. In a number of European countries, nothing is more important than time away from the "office" in the peak of summer.
How we've chuckled as we've walked past restaurants in resort locations closed at the peak of the holidays as the family concerned take a well earned break, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their businesses could be seeing record turnover due to the influx of holiday makers. We thought we might even go hungry in Paris one summer evening last year as we walked from one establishment to another unable to find one that didn't have a hastily written note wishing us well while the owners frolicked somewhere else.
It's those "this would never happen at home" experiences which make travel worthwhile, and there's no point in grumbling, after all it's all kind of quaint if one thinks about it.
We didn't rise till well into the morning on New Year's day, and on the spur of the moment we both decided that we'd start the year quietly sipping coffee, with perhaps a toasted something while sitting beside the beach at Moffs. It's not something we do often, and as we walked in the bright mid morning sunshine, we could almost smell the coffee being roasted before our very nostrils.
But it was not to be. Moffat Beach you see, can now be ranked as a truly international destination, vying in the quaintness stakes for a position among the best Europe has to offer.
On every door a handwritten sign which read: "closed for the holiday".