- I’ve been on holiday with my family. We spent the week in the sun on Ibiza, near Cala Pada beach.
- We stayed in a resort on the quieter side of the island, away from the clubs and mayhem, although we were a little concerned on our flight over that we shared the plane with hen dos and groups of lads on the lash. Our hotel was thankfully just for families.
- Our days settled into a reassuring routine of eating at the buffet, lying by the pool and of kids’ club activities for the boys. I’m not much of a sun-worshipper, and it took me a few days to detach myself from normal life, but I came to enjoy the pressure-free days of reading and daydreaming while lying in the sun.
- Facilities were very good. The boys enjoyed archery, football, crafts, table-tennis and lots of swimming. H and I visited the sports bar to watch Arsenal lose 1-0 away to Liverpool, along with some cocky southern scousers. - you can’t pick your hotel neighbours.
- It was all fine. The resort was very safe, very easy and convenient for families with children, but a week with watery beer and organised entertainment was long enough for me.
- We did make it out for a couple of day trips. We visited the old town: L insisted we climb a hill at midday in 30C heat to see Baluarte de Sant Jordi, the town’s bastion and fortified walls. And we took the little ferry to Santa Eulària des Riu to buy knick-knacks at the market.
