Feeling Posh, Posh, Posh – Part 2

Saturday We slept in on our first morning. Sally made some coffee and we eventually got up for a late breakfast on the terrace around the main pool. Only here would breakfast be serenaded by a Harpist! Yes, a lady was sat there playing the harp for us. It was a buffet breakfast. Standard fayre. … Continue reading Feeling Posh, Posh, Posh – Part 2

Feeling Posh, Posh, Posh – Part 1

I was in two minds whether to post this because I didn’t want to rub people’s nose in it or appear to be bragging or showing off but then I thought people are always intrigued how the other ‘arf live. I’m definitely not in that ‘arf so here’s my experience of three days of abject … Continue reading Feeling Posh, Posh, Posh – Part 1