Got back yesterday to discover that I'd missed a particularly good Wendyhouse on Saturday.
& I don't want to hear any of this "but Aaaash you were in Paris": the grass IS greener on the other side.
That's a physical law.
Actually we spent the break entirely in Paris, on the basis that the weather wasn't good enough to risk going to Normandy. We did go to the opera, saw a few art exhibitions, some open air theater & had a rather fine meal out; managed to avoid the "Never Again" feeling from the last visit to that city (though "never" did turn out to be only a couple of years in this case.)
Also, during the long mornings waiting for people to get up, wrote out some new creative writing ideas.
Had a particularly fine view of Leeds as the plane came into land, including the field where, less than an hour later, joined the usual crowd for weapon training.