I have developed an irrational and completely over-reactive dislike of the phrase “Staycation”
It’s right up there with “thinking outside of the box”, “one-stop shop”, “joined-up thinking” and “chillax”.
Guaranteed to make me want to gnash my teeth, gnaw the carpet and possibly prise my eyeballs out with blunt spoons.
Well, perhaps not quite that, but you get the idea.
But, staycationing is what we are doing this year, since our eagerly anticipated holiday to Egypt was cancelled by Thomsons, bless their cotton socks.
And our even more eagerly anticipated replacement holiday to India isn’t happening until next spring.
So, a summer spent exploring the delights of the Midlands.
And actually? I’m looking forward to it.
We might finally get to all those places that we keep meaning to go to, which are on our doorstep but get overlooked in the rush to get some place else
Somewhere more exotic.
Like Derbyshire 😉
So Sunday found us heading over to Rutland, smallest historic county in England, to visit Rutland Water.
Bits of it are beautiful, and quiet and peaceful.
Bits of it are noisy, and jam packed with people and cars.
And the shared cycle/pedestrian pathway works as well as the new shared pedestrian/motor vehicle area in Coventry
Organised chaos it is then.
A good place if you like watersports, or don’t want to walk far from your car for a picnic.
Not so great if you like to get away from civilisation, and like your nature a bit on the wild side.