Hear hear Maddyone, I too wonder how many of the UK holiday supporters had holidays overseas when they were younger? Each to their own, but my biggest nightmare would be a holiday rental, in the UK, in the rain, with the same food, same TV, as I have at home, but having to cook in someone else's kitchen. Going overseas is not all Costas, beer and sunburn, anymore than holidays in the UK is all Kiss me quick hats and a constant reek of chips. I crave a change, I crave a walk down a street with little cafes, with little churches tucked away, where the biggest decision of the day is where to eat lunch. I love that smell when you step off a plane, when you get a blast of heat in your face. When you realise you are somewhere 'different'. Sigh.