Sun, sea and sand. It'll just have to wait

Having already lost an Asia cruise and a long midweek break to Derbyshire to the coronavirus pandemic in the last three months, our next holiday was supposed to be in six weeks to Aghios Georgios North, a fabulous, quiet part of Corfu that we've been to several times before. We stay in a small, incredibly well run family hotel, and we love it to bits (as does the multitude of annual returners).

However, we've sadly resigned ourselves to the fact that it's not going to happen this year and so have bitten the bullet and re-arranged our trip for the same time next year. That means, as of the time of writing instead of 37 days, we have 400 days to wait until we see our Greek family again. This is what we'll be missing...

A cold Mythos on the hotel patio overlooking the beach

The Costas Golden Beach Hotel (shh...dont' tell anyone about it)

The "guard" dogs. L-R Paris, Rocky and Hector

Ah.....Greece

Aghios Georgios North. The hotel's smack in the middle of the bay

As I've mentioned before, as I'm now retired, and my wife is semi-retired, we are fortunate enough to be able to be more flexible in our travel and holiday plans, so whilst we're now zero for three in 2020, we still have three more trips in the calendar. A week in another favourite place, Pembrokeshire is slated for August, and we remain hopeful that that one might happen. Then at the end of September, we're due to go on a cruise with our best friends, departing Venice taking in Dubrovnik in Croatia, Kotor in Montenegro, Katakolon and Santorini in Greece before returning to Venice.  We're pretty convinced that's not going to happen, although it's still four and half months away. Finally, we normally go away in late October/early November for a week with a bunch of my wife's side of the family - usually to Derbyshire, but last year and for this this, to the North Devon coast. That will hopefully still go ahead as it's a long way off yet, and it's always a blast.

In the meantime we stay in lockdown. It's tough when you see England beginning to open up. Whilst I still think Wales (and Scotland and Northern Ireland) is taking the right approach, I'm genuinely getting fed up and bored of being in the house excepting for the occasional short walk for daily exercise. I'd love to just be able to go and wander round the shops, or as my English friends can no do, jump in a car and go wherever I like to exercise. Today in lieu of not being able to get on a golf course whilst watching people in England being able to do exactly that, I've been practicing my putting on the landing. Suffice it to say, eight weeks of lockdown hasn't improved my game.

One quick addendum to yesterday's post about insurance. we currently pay more to insure the cat than we do to insure the house and contents. Go figure.....

Until tomorrow....

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