What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

I’ve been asked about favourite holidays before, and you might expect something simple—sun, sand, a cold drink in hand. Nice enough, don’t get me wrong. But the ones that stay with you… they tend to have a bit more about them than a decent tan and an overcooked buffet.

For me, it goes back to my first cruise with Mrs Bob.

Now, I’ll be honest—I was the youngest by a country mile on that ship. Felt a bit like I’d wandered into the wrong queue at first. But there’s something quietly magical about that way of travelling….you go to sleep in one place, wake up somewhere entirely different, like the world’s turning pages for you overnight. And if there’s one thing life’s taught me, it’s that the journey rarely sticks to the brochure anyway. 

But the real moments?

Standing out at sea, surrounded by nothing but water… and then the universe just… flicks the switch. A total solar eclipse. Day turns to night in the middle of the ocean, and for a few minutes, everything goes still. You don’t really watch it—you feel it.

And then, later on, up past the edges of the map into the Arctic Circle… watching the northern lights dance like they’ve got nowhere better to be. No rush. No noise. Just colour moving across the sky like it’s telling a story you almost understand.

That was the trip that did it.

Not just for the places—but for the feeling of it all. The quiet wonder. The sense that the world’s a lot bigger (and a lot stranger) than we give it credit for.

It was the first cruise.

Definitely not the last.

Stay safe,
Bc