The pool, providing you can find somewhere to plonk your stuff, is a good place to go when you arrive.
The queue of cars, when it was time to go to the villa, was long and with engines running not particularly environmentally friendly.
The villa, when you finally get there in the car, is a long way from the pool.
It’s a good job we have the car, because 50 camels worth of baggage would have taken a long time to carry the seemingly miles to the villa.
The beer, after we had returned the car, was very satisfying.
The queue, in the Parc Market, was highly frustrating when considering all I wanted was a pack of bacon for breakfast.
The bill, from the Parc Market, did not represent a single pack of bacon.
The rain, on the way to the bike hire place, was somewhat disconcerting.
The rain, when riding the bike back to the villa, was very wet and for those of us with glasses, obfuscating.
The hills, between the bike shop and the villa, were completely exhausting.
The glass of wine, back at the villa, was absolutely essential.
The cuddle with Anne, at the end of it all, was highly satisfying
Center Parcs, Longleat, Easter 2009.
And your point is?
Hope the weather picks up.
Comment by Paulie — April 6, 2009 @ 10:00 pm