I guess that I did learn new languages whilst travelling with Danielle. For example, I learnt that French cathedrals are not “bloody boring”, but are “solemn and austere”.

Equally, a Greek village in the mountains that was the site of a massacre was not “a bit of a sad place”, but “a moving monument to the past”.

Why travel hundreds and hundreds of miles to go to a cathedral, when Gloucester’s has the largest stain-glass window in Europe? And it depicts us giving the French a bit of a kicking. I could go and see that and be back home by lunchtime.

Holidays? I rest my case.
Holidays

I think that I only enjoy holidays because I ought to. It would be odd if I were to announce at a Dinner Party that “I can’t stand holidays,” but it’s close to the truth.
Boring or austere?