As happens sometimes in life, an opportunity presents itself that is just too good to pass up, even if it does mean other priorities may need to take a back seat. It’s true it was the last weekend before Christmas, it’s true I hadn’t started my Christmas shopping and it’s true that if I failed to deliver the gifts I’d promised, every relationship I had, family or friend, would be hanging by a very loose thread. But what the hell, when you are provided with the chance of a trip to Barcelona and Madrid, luxury hotels and first class travel, all expenses paid and the odd gourmet meal thrown in for good measure, Oxford Street can wait.
Our trip to the walled medieval city of Avignon and the French Riviera started early, with an (on time) 08:02 departure from St Pancras. My travelling companion Sam and I were through security in a fraction of the time you would expect at any one of London’s heaving airports!