Bally Balearics

Brits abroad

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When Boris decided it was green for go to The Balearics, we were fast out of the traps. Still not quick enough to avoid market forces and Easy Jet’s price hike as Northern Ireland and Scotland confirmed the rumour before Shappers finally granted our wish and joined the party. We soon dealt with the loss with a bit of stockbroker thinking. In buying an upward trend, there were still plenty who’d paid even more. The first glass onboard was all the sweeter with that thought in our silly heads.

As I’m sure you can understand, there’d been growing dismay in the Barra-Hows’ household during June at the very distinct possibility that summer was off, adding to the poor show last winter. You’re quite right of course, we could have tried to make a fist of it and booked a week in Wales at an overpriced bungalow outside Tenby or discovered a tent bedecked with sarongs, an abundance of joss sticks and daytime classes in the lost art of coracle paddling. But the thought of too much Bara Brith helped down with pots of Earl Grey tea, whilst waiting for the weather to break and more due, had us clicking away like a pair of shorthand typists.

A Barra-Hows’ holiday is equivalent to army manoeuvres. The logistics were further complicated by a new testing regime and personal locator admin being required…