It is the line almost every mother dreads — and which most of us wish to utter at least once in our lives: “I’m going away for Christmas this year.”
Love them and their roast potatoes as we might, it’s hard not to wonder what December would be like without the pouring rain, the Pogues and the predictability that comes with a British Christmas. Or sometimes its simpler: we just want a little winter sun, an escape, some time away. Schedules are not always so permissive.
