Happy, hap, hap, happy holiday...

Some years ago, an outstandingly pretty young woman who was on the cusp of being heartedly sick of me asked if I'd ever been on a holiday by myself.

I hadn't as it happens, although I'd travelled plenty by myself, on business. I am comfortable eating alone in a hotel or cafe, and so I dismissed her question as that of someone trying to demonstrate that they're getting heartedly sick of me.

But the idea has stuck with me over the years. I don't know where I'd go, or if I would, even. But I have promised myself that I'll at least be open to opportunity.

I suspect that somewhere far away might be in order. Or then again, a week in someplace closer, but unfamiliar might also be interesting. Is there anything to do around Fielding?

Maybe I should throw darts at a globe, or choose a theme, like visit the places all the Wombles are named after.

This idea may be worth developing.