Plenty of people claim to enjoy travel but not many, I suspect, take pleasure from the experience of travelling.
In that respect I suspect I’m very much in the minority. I’ll quite happily admit, given the fact there are three young children in my life, the best birthday in recent years was the one I spent reading a book on the train back from Exeter.
Last week I had the pleasure of leading the Stocks clan’s annual continental outing.
Given the headlines of late surrounding the Channel crossing, there were pats on the back all round at the decision to fly – even if Liverpool Airport felt as much like a ghost town as Blackpool’s terminal did in those final dying days.
I’m fairly sure my excitement at taking to the skies was bigger than the childrens’ – although I love the fact Girl Twin insisted on referring to the act as ‘blast off’ throughout before deriving literally hours of entertainment from the fact her table went both up and down.
Thanks to those pesky Spanish airport workers, the journey home was hit by a bit of a delay.
Cue panic from the grown-ups, worrying about taxis, parking, traffic jams, bed times and food.
I took a leaf from the children who, blissfully ignorant of the fact, made the most of their airport time. Yes, one of them got their head stuck in a chair, there was a fight over a games console, and there is the fact the free-to-play piano in the terminal will need a significant retune, but they had a whale of a time. In fact, the only tantrum came when, tired and smelling like the entire stock of a perfume shop, the gang were told it was time to leave.
These days we’re better equipped than ever to deal with a hiccough or two on the train or plane.
Even my cheap mobile phone contains plenty of games and other things to keep me amused and up to date. So why the panic when things go wrong?
Travelling should be fun – part of the holiday not a means to an end.
Learn from the children, go with the flow!