I’ve always fantasised about taking a Winter break in the Caribbean and now my dream has come true. I’m off to Jamaica to stay at Beaches Negril for a week along with my wife and children. Admittedly, my children are all under seven so the prospect of flying anywhere with them doesn’t exactly fill me with joy, but at least we’re leaving the youngest one at home with the nanny. That just leaves Sasha (6), Ludo (4) and Freddie (2).
Day One
The train journey from Victoria to Gatwick is relatively pain free, but getting all our luggage to the Virgin Atlantic check-in desk is hard work. My wife and children skip along in front of me as I wrestle with a trolley that’s piled so high with luggage I can’t see over the top. We have so much equipment -- travel cot, wetsuits, boogie boards -- I feel like Sherpa Tenzing traipsing along behind Edmund Hillary. (To read more, click here.)
