The European café culture in strong in Krakow and I have to say, they have done them well! I personally love a café; coffee in the morning is essential to life and bonus points if I can switch to wine in the afternoon. They are great for catching up with friends, a change of scenery when you need to get some work done and perfect to indulge in one of my favourite pastimes, people watching.
Kraków added an extra bonus onto many of their cafés though, with something fairly stunning to look at! I spent lot of time in cafés during my trip to Kraków and ended up not being able to walk more than about 50 yards without convincing myself I needed a coffee break (no surprise I didn’t sleep so well on this trip). Most of the the time I was drawn in by something a bit more unusual like quirky décor or my absolute weakness, a knockout view.
If you’re planning a trip there anytime soon, here is my roundup of the best cafés in Kraków and if you find any others that should make the list, let me know so I can visit next time I’m there! View Post
Kraków is an amazing city in so many ways; for starters, the architecture, a blend of Gothic and Renaissance is truly stunning. Walking through the city is a complete delight via the old cobbled streets and the beautiful Planty Park that encircles the Old Town. I really enjoyed my time there and I think a 4 day itinerary for Kraków is the perfect length to ensure you get a good feel of the city, but do not run around like a headless chicken and end up more exhausted on your flight home than when you arrived.
For this reason, this itinerary is what I would regard a healthy mix of culture, but still taking some time to relax and enjoy some of Kraków’s superb places to eat and drink. View Post
The drive from Leicester to Burgh Island in Devon was epically long and not at all fuel efficient; with an outside temperature above 30°C, the air conditioning was working hard. I spent the entire 5 hours in the back seat working on my laptop, so thankfully missed getting frustrated at the ridiculous amount of traffic winding its way south on the M5. I didn’t actually look up until Danny told me to call the hotel and request they dispatch our collection vehicle, we needed a special form of transportation for the final mile!
The view out the front windscreen looked like a postcard from the Mediterranean, all I could see were white sand beaches and azure blue seas. A sign assures me we are close to Burgh Island and definitely in Devon, but I can’t say I have ever been to a British beach in this kind of weather. We park and a wall of heat hits me as soon as we get out the car, who says the UK weather is rubbish?! View Post
Scotland is known for many things, but one of the most obvious is it’s whisky. For me, whisky was very much an acquired taste and one that definitely took me some time to appreciate, although I had lots of encouragement from my predominantly whisky loving family! Not entirely surprising then that they ended up taking an annual trip to Scotland, especially considering they are also rather partial to a round of golf (massive understatement) and Scotland is also fairly well known for some pretty awesome golf courses (so I’m told). Danny is a keen golfer and has also developed a taste for whisky, so we passed the testing criteria for an invite to the trip!
With the renowned Gleneagles hotel as our base (a 45 minute drive from Edinburgh airport), we wanted to stay in the area so planned to visit distilleries around Perthshire. This was absolutely not a problem, in fact we had the opposite one in that it was hard to choose which ones to go to! View Post
Shockingly, on descending through the clouds into Edinburgh airport, it’s raining. Danny looks close to furious at having taken annual leave with no sunshine in site and as this is a route I regularly fly with work, my brain is not convinced we are here on holiday.
Morale does not improve as our hire car collection takes longer than our flight and our “VW Golf or equivalent” is a Citroën C3 Aircross with all of the engine power of a motorised scooter. Luckily, the wind is behind us which helps push us up the motorway at a just reasonable 64mph.
Half an hour later we blow off the M9 into the tiny town of Auchterarder nestled at the foot of the Ochil Hills in South Perthshire. Auchterarder is a lovely little town, but is most famous as the location of our destination for the next few days; the renowned hotel, Gleneagles in Scotland. View Post