Whenever we go on holiday I keep a journey of our travels. Sitting writing about our adventures at the end of each day, with a cold drink is a perfect way to finish the day off. I’ve been keeping holiday journals for nearly 15 years. It started mainly because Mr B and I have such appalling memories and we struggled to remember names of resorts we’d stayed in or gorgeous restaurants we’d eaten it. We can’t even remember which counties we visited in which years. The Journal would also be stuffed full of travel tickets, receipts from day trips we’d been on, maps of the area and so it also morphs into a scrapbook.
Anyway, this is The Journal for 2014. The date on the front is 1980, which was probably the time I was buying The Beano when pocket money funds allowed.