Once upon a time, if you went on holiday for a fortnight you effectively dropped off the face of the earth as far as friends and family were concerned.
No phones, no social media channels to update..and checking in at the airport genuinely meant checking in. The only sign you’d survived the journey would be a battered postcard, and if your ‘beach bod’ plans didn’t quite come to fruition it didn’t matter because only your loved ones were with you. Am I the only one who thinks these were the golden days of travel?
The first my friends would have heard about any holidays would have been a handful of printed blurry snaps, some fading tan lines and a slighty dodgy braid in my hair.
When did holidaying become less about actually having a holiday, and more about how that holiday looks to everyone else?
I’ve done it myself, posted fairly benign images of toes in the sand, drink in hand and chilling on my beach towel…but even as I’ve done it, a large part of my brain has been asking ‘what was that for? Was it really necessary?’ Am I the only one? Nope….