To Be, What A Pleasure.

Life on the run...

The world is too big a place to see it all yet, as I was lying in the garden a short while ago I counted ten airplanes winging their way to somewhere. All day and night these planes criss cross their way across the sky filled mostly with people in search of an even more exciting destination where to while their leave away.

What happened to a time when being on holiday meant staying at home, unwinding and not doing much more strenuous than reading a novel? Most of our work life is spent travelling to and fro and yet, when we have the luxury to stay at home we do our utmost to find an exciting holiday destination. Two weeks of living out of a suitcase, complaining about the hotel, food or fellow travelers. Half of the holiday is often spent recuperating from the arduous journey. Airports aren't that much fun anymore after all.

Our home is or should be a sanctuary from the daily grind. It should be a place we love to stay in, a place we treasure and feel at home in. The skies bear witness to our collective urge to leave our nests with vapour trails mistaken for clouds.

Often the best part of a holiday is when we get home and are able to recapture it by telling friends and family. But even that little treat is no longer...thanks to social media, our holidays are shown off in real time, restaurant by restaurant, hotel room by hotel suite and tourist attraction by tourist attraction filled to capacity with other like minded tourists...

Biggi