In December I will be traveling to see my mother and father in Mallorca.
They moved there after they had taken retirement, and they’re loving the way of life. Their house is paid off, thus they are free to simply relax and spend their retirement in the sunshine.
It is odd to see my father that relaxed: he had always been stressed before because of his work.
Perhaps there is a chance for me in the future!

A few years ago I began fishing, which is incredibly relaxing. A friend of mine had told me for years that there’s little better than standing by the riverside, holding on for a fish. I couldn’t really understand the attraction, to be honest, however eventually I thought I’d try it.
And I have to say that I love it.
I go nearly every weekend, and although we put nearly all of the catches back, I generally retain one to cook on the fire for dinner.

In the old days I would go on vacation with a big gang of friends every summer, and we would have a week of hedonistic chaos.
Those were brilliant times. We’d rent several villas in Corfu, and then every night one of the villas would host a party. Frequently by the conclusion of the trip there were people from across the local area coming to the parties, holiday-makers and natives, and on our final evening we would unfailingly have a massive cleaning effort, and everyone had to assist.
By the time we’d finished, you would never have suspected the madness which had ensued over the course of our holiday!

Now that I’m more mature, I like quiet vacations, away from the packed hotels and fellow holidaymakers.
Whenever I can, I try to go somewhere with great scenery, such that I can take photographs.
I have enjoyed many lovely vacations in the mountains of Continental Europe, and I really like the tranquillity of being by myself, in the midst of the landscape, simply soaking up the environment. It is so different to the stressful speed of life back home, where I am always rushing from one appointment to another.

Last year I began fishing, which is incredibly peaceful. A friend of mine had told me for a long time that there is little nicer than being by the riverside, holding on for a bite. I could not see the appeal, to be honest, however eventually I thought I’d try it. And I can safely say that I really like it. I fish nearly every weekend, and although we put most of the fish back, I always keep one to cook on the barbeque for supper.

In the old days I would head off on vacation with a big gang of friends each year, and we’d have a week of Bacchanalian madness. Those were tremendous days. We would rent a couple of villas in Corfu, and every evening one of the villas used to host a rave. Usually by the finish of our holiday there were folk from across the local area attending the parties, holiday-makers and natives, and on the final evening we’d unfailingly have a big clean-up, and everyone was obliged to get involved. By the time we were done, you would never have suspected the chaos that had occured during our trip!

This December I’ll be flying out to see my mum and dad in Gran Canaria.
They relocated there when they had stopped working, and they’re really enjoying the lifestyle.
The mortgage has been paid off, so they can just chill out and enjoy their retirement in the sun. It’s weird to see my dad so chilled out: he was always stressed before due to his job. Possibly there’s a chance for me in the future!

Now that I’m older, I enjoy quiet holidays, far from the crowded hotels and fellow holidaymakers. Whenever I am able to, I try to go someplace with pleasant scenery, so that I can take photographs. I have enjoyed a number of marvellous holidays in the foothills of Continental Europe, and I really like the tranquility of staying by myself, in the middle of the countryside, just soaking up the environment. It is so different to the stressful speed of life back home, where I am constantly dashing from one place to the next.

In 2008 I took up fishing, which I find amazingly peaceful. A friend of mine had been telling me for a long time that there is little better than being by a river, holding on for a bite. I couldn’t really see the appeal, to be honest, however in the end I gave it a go.
And I must say that I really like it. We fish nearly every weekend, and although I throw nearly all of the catches into the river again, I generally keep one to cook on the fire for tea.

In my more youthful days I would go on holiday with a huge bunch of friends every August, and we would enjoy a fortnight of hedonistic madness.
They were brilliant times.
We’d rent a couple of villas in Corfu, and then every night one of the villas used to be the venue for a party.
Frequently come the conclusion of the vacation there were people from throughout the region turning up at our raves, holiday-makers and local people, and on our final evening we’d always have a major cleaning effort, and everyone had to get involved. When we’d finished, you would never have believed the chaos which had occured in the course of our holiday!

In December I’ll be flying out to visit my parents in Tenerife.
They moved there when they’d taken retirement, and they are loving the change of pace. The house was bought outright, so they are able to just chill out and enjoy their retirement in the sunshine. It’s weird to see my dad that chilled out: he was always stressed before due to his job.
Perhaps there’s a chance for me too!

Now that I’m older, I like quiet vacations, far from the crowded hotels and fellow tourists. If I am able to, I like to head somewhere with great scenery, so that I can paint.
I have enjoyed a number of terrific vacations in the hills of southern Europe, and I love the tranquility of staying on my own, in the middle of nowhere, simply soaking up the environment.
It is so different to the chaotic pace of living in the UK, where I’m always dashing from one place to the next.

In my twenties I’d head off on holiday with a huge group of pals each summer, and we would enjoy a fortnight of party insanity. Those were great times.
We’d hire several villas in Corfu, and every night one of the villas used to host a rave.
Usually by the end of the vacation there were people from throughout the town turning up at the parties, holidaymakers and locals, and on our last evening we would always have a major cleaning effort, and everybody had to assist. When we had finished, you would never have believed the carnage which had occurred over the course of our vacation!

Now that I am more mature, I enjoy quiet holidays, away from the packed hotels and other holiday-makers. Whenever I can, I try to go somewhere with pleasant scenery, so that I can draw.
I’ve had lots of fabulous holidays in the mountains of southern Europe, and I love the tranquillity of being on my own, in the midst of the countryside, simply immersing myself in the ambiance. It’s so far from the hectic pace of life in the UK, where I’m continually rushing from one thing to the next.

In 2009 I began fishing, which is incredibly peaceful. My friend had been telling me for a long time that there is little better than being by the riverside, waiting for a bite.
I couldn’t really understand the attraction, to be honest, however eventually I thought I’d try it. And I have to say that I love it.
I fish most weekends, and although I put most of the fish into the river again, I always retain one to grill on the BBQ for dinner.

In January I will be flying out to visit my mother and father in Mallorca.
They moved to the island after they’d stopped working, and they’re really enjoying the change of pace. The house was bought outright, thus they are free to just relax and enjoy their old age in the sun.
It is weird to see my old man that calm: he had always been tense and uptight previously due to his job.
Maybe there is a chance for me too!

In the old days I’d go on holiday with a huge bunch of mates every July, and we would have a fortnight of party chaos.
They were wonderful days. We would hire two or three villas in Corfu, and then every night one of the villas would host a party.
Usually by the end of our vacation there were folk from everywhere in the local area attending our parties, tourists and locals, and on the final evening we would unfailingly organize a huge cleaning effort, and everybody was obliged to lend a hand. Once we had finished, you would never have believed the chaos that had occurred in the course of the vacation!

Last spring I took up angling, which I find amazingly peaceful.
A mate had been telling me for ages that there’s little nicer than being on a riverbank, holding on for a fish. I could not really see the attraction, to tell the truth, however ultimately I I tried it. And I have to say that I love it.
We go most weekends, and though I put almost all of the catches into the river again, I normally keep one to grill on the fire for tea.

Now that I am older, I like quiet vacations, far from the packed tourism centres and other holidaymakers. Whenever I can, I try to go somewhere with beautiful landscape, such that I can paint. I’ve had a number of great vacations in the mountains of southern Europe, and I adore the peace and quiet of being on my own, in the midst of nowhere, simply soaking up the ambiance. It is so unlike the chaotic pace of living back home, where I am always rushing from one thing to another.

In December I’ll be flying out to visit my mum and dad in Mallorca.
They relocated to the island once they had stopped working, and they are really enjoying the lifestyle.
The mortgage has been paid off, so they can just chill out and enjoy their golden years in the sun. It is odd to see my old man so chilled out: he was always stressed before because of his work. Maybe there is hope for me too!

Now that I am older, I like tranquil holidays, far from the crowded tourism centres and fellow holiday-makers. If I can, I try to go somewhere with great landscape, such that I can paint. I have enjoyed a number of superb holidays in the foothills of Continental Europe, and I really like the tranquility of being by myself, in the middle of the countryside, just immersing myself in the ambience. It’s so unlike the stressful pace of living back home, where I’m always dashing from one thing to another.

In November I will be travelling to drop in on my mother and father in Gran Canaria.
They relocated there when they’d stopped working, and they are loving the way of life. The house was bought outright, thus they are free to simply unwind and enjoy their retirement in the sunshine.
It’s strange to see my old man that calm: he had always been tense and uptight previously due to his work. Possibly there is hope for me in the future!

Back in the day I would go on vacation with a big group of friends every year, and we’d have a fortnight of hedonistic insanity. They were tremendous times. We’d hire two or three villas in Corfu, and every night one of the villas used to host a party.
Generally by the finish of our vacation there were people from throughout the local area coming to the parties, tourists and locals, and on our last evening we would always organise a big cleaning effort, and everybody was obliged to lend a hand.
By the time we were done, you wouldn’t have believed the chaos that had taken place during the vacation!

In 2008 I took up fishing, which I find incredibly peaceful.
A friend of mine had been telling me for years that there’s little better than standing by the riverside, waiting for a fish. I couldn’t really see the attraction, in all honesty, but eventually I I tried it.
And I have to say that I love it. We fish nearly every weekend, and though I put nearly all of the catches back, I normally retain one to cook on the fire for tea.

In 2008 I took up coarse-fishing, which is extremely relaxing. A friend of mine had been telling me for ages that there’s nothing nicer than being on a riverbank, holding on for a bite. I could not understand the appeal, to be honest, however in the end I I tried it. And I must say that I really like it. We go most weekends, and although we throw almost all of the catches back, I normally keep one to grill on the barbeque for tea.

In December I will be travelling to see my parents in Menorca. They moved to the island when they’d taken retirement, and they are really enjoying the lifestyle. Their house is paid off, so they are able to simply relax and enjoy their golden years in the sunny weather.
It’s funny to see my father that relaxed: he had always been tense and uptight previously due to his job. Possibly there’s hope for me in the future!

Given that I am more mature, I like peaceful holidays, away from the packed hotels and fellow holiday-makers. Whenever I can, I try to go somewhere with great landscape, so that I can take photographs. I have enjoyed a number of marvellous holidays in the hills of Continental Europe, and I really like the tranquillity of being on my own, in the midst of nowhere, just absorbing the environment. It is so unlike the hectic tempo of living in Britain, where I am constantly hurrying from one appointment to the next.

In my more youthful days I’d go on holiday with a huge gang of pals every year, and we would enjoy a week of party madness.
Those were brilliant times. We’d hire a few villas in Corfu, and each night one of the villas used to be the venue for a rave. Frequently come the conclusion of the vacation there were folk from everywhere in the town coming to our parties, holiday-makers and natives, and on our last day we’d unfailingly organise a massive cleaning effort, and everyone had to help. Once we’d finished, you would never have suspected the carnage that had taken place in the course of our holiday!