For the past few days, I have been having fantasies about going on holiday, somewhere by the sea like Cornwall, or Isola del Giglio, or Lisbon, or even some stormy Scottish beach. I have never been a hardy traveller - flying horrifies me. Hence, the idea of flying to Bora Bora does not enter my horizon, even if I could afford it. So instead I go on a cycling day out with my sister, an outing with the family to a great restaurant near the mountains, or I enjoy the local cultural highlight of having a pint of the strong spring beer, Salvator, in the traditional brewery restaurant Nockherberg with friends. Ironically, we call that Fastenzeit (Lent) in Bavaria.