There was real, live sun and warmth and everything - vitamin D get in my bones. We climbed into volcanoes like some weird tribute to Torville and Dean.
Hmmn, ok just take my word for it - it was a proper volcano, Google "Montana Roja" if you are a doubting Thomas, ner ner see!
The Hobbits (as was) grew fins.
We found (semi) precious stones - not emerald but very sweet Olivina - like little mining gnomes and we didn't have to go into a mine, they're on the beach!
We lived in a yellow submarine (if only for an hour) 100'/31m underneath the Atlantic.
All in all for one entire week the world was all right again.
And then to home.
Truthfully the government could do everyone a favour and give them one whole week away somewhere sunny and hot (it was 80 degrees and after a while our weedy Scottish bodies got used to the oven feeling). It really did pick up and get rid of the grind of life in a grey climate. I mean, I managed to climb a flippin' volcano - all 400+m of it. I have CFS, I shouldn't be able to do that. Ok so I spent the rest of the day (and every afternoon) slumped by the pool but I was up in the morning and not zombie at all. We were able to do such fun things and although I'm still recovering it was worth it. Please but if I can scrabble enough money together to go away again next year.