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Kerri McLean

Like Melanie Sykes, I cherished an escape to the sun away from dreary days of autumn

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Melanie Sykes

Melanie Sykes

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Melanie Sykes

It was around this time, up until a few short years ago, that I would start digging out travel brochures in the hope of finding a warm corner of the globe I could escape to for a burst of winter sunshine. I'd talk my then boyfriend, now husband, into a trip away with me, although sometimes he'd be left at home, minding the house while I'd fly away with my friends.

I loved it, because it meant that from mid-October, when the temperatures drop as quickly as the autumnal leaves, I had that week-long trip to focus on, shining bright like a beacon on the horizon, instead of feeling stifled by the seemingly endless dark and dreary nights.

Those far flung holidays mostly stopped when the kids came along and the demands of school kept us tied to their academic calendar. But still, I'd try to go somewhere for a weekend, a destination closer to home, just for a change of scenery. Maybe a scoot to London or Paris, Barcelona or Madrid, to take in the sights, do a bit of window shopping and marvel at how effortlessly sophisticated our European cousins can be. What I wouldn't give to be planning one of those little escapes right now.


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