I've been on a lot of holidays and that's something I'm very thankful for. When I was younger my parents would take me abroad every year, sometimes twice a year. I don't know if this was to allow me to see the world and experience travel from an early age or whether it was for there benefit of 'wanting to get away from everything'.
However, over the last year or so I have slowly started falling out of love with these trips. Every year, my parents would head to the nearest travel agents, find somewhere with a pretty beach and then spend the next six months waiting for the day we would board the plane. When we got there, we'd spend the whole week laying by the beach or by the pool whilst I would beg them to go on the Off Roading adventure or the camel ride. I was always the more adventurous one in the family.
The first real weekend trip that I loved and will always remember was Whitby. I had been to Cornwall a lot in the past but that never felt like a holiday as we was always visiting family down there. Whitby appealed to me, it was peaceful and scenic and I found myself taking pictures at every passing moment. It felt like for the first time I was really truly exploring the UK.
This small trip has what has led me to love taking smaller trips, weekends away. I think I would go as far as saying that they appeal to me maybe a little bit more than a week away by the beach. I'm an adventure addict and if I'm in a new place then I want to see it rather than be laying by the beach all week. I want to know about the culture, the history, the food and be right in amongst all the action.
I'm grateful for every trip and every holiday that I have ever been on whether it be a week by the beach or a weekend in Nottingham or Whitby. They have all made me the person that I am today and have formed part of this ever-growing passion and love for travel. I hope that in the future I will be taking more UK weekend trips as there are still so many places that I would love to visit!