It’s almost time to start packing – and pampering yourself – for jetting off into the sun. But, along with the tan, brows and waxing, you’ll want to make sure your nails are beach ready, too.
Pipi yelps excitedly as the pack of dogs and humans muster at the side of the frozen lake, preparing for the long haul.
It’s not often one can say a particular trip was nearly 40 years in the planning.
I’d been looking forward to my 40th birthday for months. Myself, husband Mark and our kids Lucia, eight, and Isabella, six, were due to visit York on holiday to celebrate.
Scotland’s favourite schoolboy has been back to class and has never looked better, or braver.
As the old adage says: Time is of the essence. But not today. The hands on the huge clock on the wall seem to be standing still.
Don’tleave the Dunes without visiting the open-air Fleur restaurant and trying the Shuwa. This is a stunning Omani culinary speciality.
If there’s one thing I love doing on holiday, it’s sampling the local food and wine. So you can imagine my delight when, on my first day in Cyprus, I realised my holiday was pretty much centred around eating and drinking; long mezze-style wine-sloshed lunches and dinners are par for the course.
It was once a male-only domain, a creosote-soaked space whirring with manly pursuits and pastimes or, conversely, a good place to hide and grab a minute or two to contemplate a can of lager.
Oor Wullie’s army is preparing for battle.
It’s Friday night, and instead of heading straight home after work to get ready for a night out, I head to my local gym for a yoga class to keep up the health kick I’ve been on lately.
