Now whilst I have visited and stayed with friends by myself over the years, and even the odd hotel for the occasional night, I had never taken a holiday on my own. Until last week that is. I am so glad I chose somewhere familiar with happy memories, home but not home. When I lived in North Yorkshire it was in a small town and a village, so for my holiday I selected a farm way up in Farndale.
I made lots of preparations for my journey, having the car checked out and topped up with everything it could possibly need. I wrote a packing list. And a shopping list for things like bread and milk to buy when I was nearly there .
I was off by 8.30am and the journey not only went smoothly, it turned out to be a trip down memory lane, less than 5 miles from home. The Greggs I’d stopped at for breakfast once after visiting my oldest. The road that intersected the journey from our home in Oxfordshire to my Mum’s home in Wales. Birmingham where we’d gone to a Gardener’s World show many moons ago. All the towns I’d taken my youngest to, to watch his football team, Mansfield, Nottingham…The greasy spoon Cafe Mr E and I went to once whilst hitching from Cambridge to my Dad’s and how good egg and chips and a mug of tea could be…
I was in York by 12.30, where I did my food shop. Then I was on the final leg of my journey, noting changes since we moved two years ago. Nothing drastic. Trees seemed bigger, some shops had closed , the old police houses had received a makeover, and then I was there.
I was glad it was a converted redundant farm building rather than a cottage which was once home to a family.
This was without doubt the best place I could have chosen for my first solo holiday.
I wonder, if you have taken holidays by yourself? What does or would make the best place for you?