We're Not Going On A Summer Holiday

For the first time in many years i have not got a Summer holiday this year as hubby and i are off on a tour of Europe through November so in order to be able to be able to breakfast in Brussels, lunch in Luxembourg and dinner in Dusseldorf i am joining the rest of the sweaty commuters on the
trains and motorways this August although the Perseid Meteor shower on the 12/13 and 13/14 is at the weekend so thanks to Pope Gregory for having the foresight in 1582 of arranging the calendar for me i will still be able to get to Exmoor to see it, or not see it due to clouds as is usually the case.
Britain is generally full of 'On Holiday' notices in August as people disappear to various parts the globe and come back all suntanned and shiny faced armed with tales of long sultry nights on faraway, white sandy beaches or even worse, photograph's of their long sultry nights on faraway white sandy beaches.
Watching the six hour queues at Dover and the list of cancelled planes at the airports (How's that Brexit working out for ya?) i am feeling pretty smug that all these people would have wasted a day of their Annual Leave sat in a hot departure lounge leaving the UK and another one getting back in again and by the time November rolls around their tans would have faded and they will be eyeing the Calendar for their next leave and they know that in early December they will have a member of staff bouncing in and saying 'Hey Team, gather around as you know all those photo's you showed me of your holidays in Benidorm in August, well see here on my phone camera roll where it says 1 of 500..., this may take a while'.