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Campbell Archibald Mellon (British, 1876-1955), August Bank Holiday, Yarmouth, 1931. Oil on canvas, 50.8 x 61 cm. Bristol Museum & Art Gallery, Bristol

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Thailand’s Holiday Appeal: Why 9-in-10 Hotel Guests Will Arrive from Overseas This December

Discover why Thailand leads the world in international hotel arrivals this December, with record-breaking bookings, longer stays, and increased traveler confidence. Continue reading Thailand’s Holiday Appeal: Why 9-in-10 Hotel Guests Will Arrive from Overseas This December

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Discover Why HolidayMakers 'LOVE' Albufeira Marina in 2024

Join Steve from Algarve Love as we take a walking tour of Albufeira Marina, starting off at the Go Carts and exploring all the kiosks for boat trips, dolphin and cave excursions, and those stunning multicolored buildings. 🏖️

We'll pass by popular spots like Gate 4 Cafe, lounge bars, and other favorite restaurants. Discover the prices, beautiful views, and vibrant atmosphere of the marina on a summer day in early July.

Whether you're planning your trip or just dreaming of a getaway, this video has everything you need to know about Albufeira Marina. From insider tips to stunning visuals, get ready to fall in love with this beautiful destination. 💖

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Eid-ul-Azha: Truck and Lorry Movements Banned on Highways for 7 Days

To ensure hassle-free travel for holidaymakers during Eid-ul-Azha, the movement of heavy vehicles such as trucks, covered vans, and lorries (except those carrying sacrificial animals) will be suspended on highways for seven days, starting three days before the festival. Additionally, all CNG refueling stations nationwide will operate 24/7 for 12 days, starting seven days before Eid. These…

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For thirty years, a luxury resort hotel in West Virginia played host to the world's wealthiest holidaymakers, all the while covertly moonlighting as the secre - #covertly #holidaymakers #Höst #hotel #luxury #moonlighting #Played #Resort #secre #Virginia #wealthiest #West #Worlds #years

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Glasgow holidaymaker in coma after suffering horror fall in Spain as partner in desperate bid to get him home | In Trend Today

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Brit holidaymaker dies as plane was preparing to take off from Costas airport after falling ill on flight back to UK | In Trend Today

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Playing Loud Music on Beaches in Portugal Can Cost Tourists up to €36,000 Portugal's beachgoers have received a warning about potential fines of up to €36,000 for loud music playing on portable speakers. The post Playing Loud Music on Beaches in Portugal Can Cost Tourists up to €36,000 appeared first on Travel And Tour World. https://www.travelandtourworld.com/news/article/playing-loud-music-on-beaches-in-portugal-can-cost-tourists-up-to-e36000/

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A small chain of islands and sandy atolls make up Hawaii in the Pacific Ocean. Located more than 3,000 kilometres from the mainland United States, it’s a favourite getaway for domestic holidaymakers. Some stay in the luxurious maui beachfront rentals while others prefer to book a week in family-friendly resorts. Hawaii caters to all kinds of tourists from couples on a romantic retreat to parents with young children. If you’re still considering taking a trip to this island paradise, keep reading and gain some essential inspiration for your holiday to Hawaii as there are lots of things to do in Maui.

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As my adventurous trip to the Czech Republic is quickly coming to an end, I decided to go for a walk in the neighborhood to get to know and interact with the locals before leaving the country. I've also decided to try some of the local street food and a traditional Czech pastry recipe because some things are better experienced than told 😍🇨🇿❤️✌️ #WeKeepMoving #Travel_Lover #HolidayMakers #Tourism #HolidayDestination #BeautifulPlaces (at Prague, Czech Republic) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoPyF7xqAfa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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At least, wla ng grumpy mother with kids na nagholiday na kung makaasta para sila ang may ari ng park 😀. I can walk at my own pace na. Went back to the Quay Sunday night and the waterfront seemed to be deserted by the holidaymakers. #holidaymakers #weekendgetaway #staycation (at Port Macquarie Waterfront) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn_90SupGkcfI9842fsr1Red7encuhMILX41_M0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Настоящая жемчужина Юлианских Альп, чудо словенской природы — озеро Блед.

Словения славится различными достопримечательностями, однако этот древний водоем, образовавшийся миллионы лет назад в результате таяния ледника, является одним из ярчайших природных памятников страны. Миниатюрное, как сама Словения, озеро достигает всего 2,12 км в длину и 1,30 км в ширину.Окружают озеро звышенности различной высоты – от Осойницы, достигающей 756 метров до 558-метрового Козарца.

Красивейшей вершиной в окрестностях озера является замок Блед – средневековая крепость, возведенная на круче над одноименным городом. Замок Блед в Словении является старейшим, а первые упоминания о нем встречаются в хрониках с 1011 года. К горе, на которой расположен замок, а также к другим возвышенностям, с которых открывается прекрасный вид на водную гладь озера, ведет прогулочная тропа протяженностью шесть километров. Дорожка, огибающая озеро, очень популярна у отдыхающих: здесь можно спокойно посидеть на скамейке и покормить лебедей.

Самым популярным туристическим объектом является, конечно, остров Блед. Когда ледник, наполнивший собой тектоническую чашу, растаял и заполнил водой все вплоть до окрестных гор, крошечная часть суши осталась незатопленной. Люди с незапамятных времен ценили энергетику этого места. Сегодня остров венчает церковь Успения Пресвятой Девы Марии, однако вплоть до XVII столетия здесь находился храм поклонения славянской богине любви и плодородия Живе. Церковь на острове Блед сегодня – одно из самых популярных мест заключения браков.Сам храм являет собой памятник искусства: здесь можно найти готические фрески и отделку в стиле барокко.

На Бледе есть чем увлечься не только любителям красоты и истории, но и адептам активного отдыха. Озеро является тектоническим бассейном глубиной 30,6 метров, что делает его идеальным для дайвинга. Кроме того, здесь очень популярен гребной спорт, а также туристы найдут здесь массу других занятий – от прогулочных лодок и каяков летом, до зимнего сезона катания на коньках. А после прогулки по снежным окрестностям можно согреться, посетив термальные источники, находящиеся на северо-западной стороне озера.

A true pearl of the Julian Alps, a miracle of Slovenian nature - Lake Bled.

Slovenia is famous for its various attractions, but this ancient body of water, formed millions of years ago as a result of the melting of a glacier, is one of the most striking natural monuments of the country. Miniature, like Slovenia itself, the lake is only 2.12 km long and 1.30 km wide. The lake is surrounded by hills of varying heights - from Osojnica, reaching 756 meters to 558-meter Kozarac.

The most beautiful peak in the vicinity of the lake is Bled Castle - a medieval fortress built on a steep slope above the city of the same name. Bled Castle in Slovenia is the oldest, and the first mentions of it are found in chronicles from 1011. A six-kilometre walking trail leads to the mountain on which the castle is located, as well as to other hills with a beautiful view of the lake. The path that goes around the lake is very popular with holidaymakers: here you can sit quietly on a bench and feed the swans.

The most popular tourist attraction is, of course, the island of Bled. When the glacier that filled the tectonic bowl melted and filled everything with water up to the surrounding mountains, a tiny part of the land remained unflooded. People have valued the energy of this place since time immemorial. Today, the island is crowned by the Church of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, but up until the 17th century, there was a temple of worship of the Slavic goddess of love and fertility, Živa. The church on the island of Bled is today one of the most popular places for marriage. The temple itself is a monument of art: here you can find Gothic frescoes and Baroque decoration.

Bled has something to offer not only to lovers of beauty and history, but also to fans of active recreation. The lake is a tectonic basin with a depth of 30.6 meters, which makes it ideal for diving. Rowing is also very popular here, and tourists will also find a lot of other activities here - from pleasure boats and kayaks in the summer to ice skating in the winter. And after a walk in the snowy surroundings, you can warm up by visiting the thermal springs located on the northwestern side of the lake.

Источник:/www.tripadvisor.ru/Attraction_Review-g274863-d296735-Reviews-Lake_Bled-Bled_Upper_Carniola_Region.html, /kotsport .ru /ozero-bled-sloveniya,/lenorlux.livejournal.com/150329.html, welcome 2slovenia.com/bled-slovenia/, //bestslovenia.com/bled-lake, /sunsetobsession.com/ru/озеро-блед-что-посмотреть/, /www. youtube.com/shorts/QqdrO4q2j-s.

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There was one all-inclusive hotel on the beach that really went the extra mile - it made sure you were fed. It was insistent that you made the absolute most of the mounds of food it made each day. Each half hour, gorgeous waiters and lifeguards toured the sun loungers with arms full of burgers, fries and ice creams, making sure that each chubby holidaymaker was stuffed to the brim constantly. It was the hotel’s duty to ensure that, by the end of your stay, anyone could tell immediately that you had enjoyed and overindulged on your holiday - making sure each toned young man left with a generous belly and a flabby ass that burst through the clothes they had arrived in…

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Harry on holiday with the fam and the bubba is being really ratty because he’s tired so harry decided to take him for a walk in his stroller to try and get him to fall asleep.

Tired Baby Styles.

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in which, you, harry and your one and a half year old son, elliott are holidaying in spain, where your little one won’t go down for his afternoon nap, so your boyfriend comes up with an idea to get him to doze off.

In the heart of a picturesque coastal paradise, the sun-drenched atmosphere of a perfect holiday unfurls. As you step into the scene, the gentle rustling of palm trees draws your attention skyward. Their emerald fronds dance in harmonious rhythm with the ocean breeze, casting dappled shadows on the poolside oasis below.

Beside the sparkling cerulean waters of the hotel swimming pool, a symphony of joyous laughter fills the air. A group of exuberant children, their faces adorned with gleeful smiles, leap into the cool embrace of the water, their splashes creating iridescent droplets that catch the sun's golden rays. Each joyful jump adds to the melody of excitement echoing across the pool area.

Lounge chairs adorned with vibrant towels are strategically arranged around the pool's periphery. Here, holidaymakers bask in the warmth of the sun's affectionate caress, their skin kissed by the sun's radiant glow. Their languid postures bear witness to the relaxation that accompanies these precious moments of reprieve from everyday life. Colorful parasols dot the scene, offering a sanctuary of shade to those seeking solace from the sun's fiery embrace.

As the sun's warm embrace envelops the scene, your heart flutters with a familiar sense of contentment. Beside you, your boyfriend of three years, Harry, lounges on a sun-bed, his magnetic presence amplified by the vibrant surroundings. His captivating gaze meets yours, the unspoken connection between you two as strong as ever.

Harry's trademark long hair is gathered into a casual man bun, showcasing the effortless elegance that has become synonymous with his style. The strands that escape the bun shimmer like spun gold, catching the sunlight in a breathtaking dance. His navy blue swim shorts perfectly complement the azure backdrop, a reflection of both the sea and the sky.

Tattoos, each one a piece of art etched onto his skin, paint a story of his journey and passions. The sun cream delicately applied on them accentuates their intricate designs, turning them into living masterpieces that glow beneath the sun's warm touch. The canvas of his skin becomes a testament to his individuality, every inked mark an expression of his creativity and authenticity.

As the gentle waves provide a soothing symphony, your fingers find their way to entwine with his, a familiar gesture of affection that needs no words. The world around you seems to fade, leaving only the two of you and the timeless tranquillity of this moment.

His eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions, hold yours in a tender gaze that speaks volumes. It's in these quiet, unguarded moments that you're reminded of the depth of your connection, the bond that has grown stronger with each passing day.

As the tranquil embrace of the sun-soaked paradise continues, a sudden shift in the atmosphere ripples through the scene. The melodic lull of the waves falters, and the connection between you and Harry falters for a brief moment. The cause of this disruption is your one and a half year old son, Elliot, whose tired cries pierce through the serene ambiance.

The cries grow louder, and your attention is drawn away from the shared moment to the source of the distress. At the edge of the pool area, you spot Elliot, his tiny face flushed with frustration and exhaustion. The vibrant glow of his blue eyes, a mirror of your own, is marred by glistening tears, reflecting his fatigue and the frustration of a disrupted slumber.

With swift concern, Harry shifts his position on the sun-bed, his tattooed arms extending towards you as if to offer his support. Your fingers reluctantly disentangle from his, a reluctant separation born out of parental instinct. As you approach your distressed son, the cooling breeze seems to carry away the tranquillity that once enveloped the scene.

Bending down to scoop Elliot into your arms, you hold him close, his small frame trembling with fatigue. His sobs echo in your ears, a heartbreaking melody that resonates with the challenges of parenthood. Despite the picturesque surroundings, the most important moment right now is attending to the needs of your son, who has endured a restless night.

As Elliot's cries persist, a sense of helplessness begins to tug at your heart. Despite your best efforts, his sobs show no signs of abating. It's in this moment of shared concern that Harry's soothing presence becomes a lifeline.

With a tender understanding in his eyes, Harry suggests, "M’heart, why don't I take him f’a walk in his stroller? Maybe a change of scenery will help him settle, and y’could use some rest too, considering how the night went."

Touched by his thoughtfulness, you nod appreciatively, your weariness evident in your eyes. Gently handing over Elliot to Harry's awaiting arms, you feel the warmth of his embrace envelop your son. Elliot's cries seem to soften as he nestles against his father's chest, finding comfort in the familiar heartbeat that has always been a source of solace.

With a delicate touch, Harry secures Elliot into his stroller, his gentle hands fastening the buckles with practised ease. As he leans over, his soothing voice fills the air, "Alright, little buddy, we're going f’a walk. Let's see if we can calm down, yeah?"

Elliott's cries continue, a mixture of exhaustion and the desire to be held evident in every sob. The tiny hands that reach out towards Harry's face tug at his heartstrings, and he leans in to brush his lips against Elliott's forehead.

"I know, mate. I know. It's alright," he coos, his voice a soothing melody that dances in the air.

Harry's fingers linger for a moment on Elliott's cheek, a brief caress that conveys love and understanding. With one last reassuring glance, Harry begins to push the stroller, the wheels gliding smoothly along the path. "We're just going f’a little walk, Eli. You'll feel better soon, I promise."

However, the cries persist, growing louder in their protest. Elliott's eyes, pools of innocence and longing, search Harry's face as if pleading to be scooped up into his father's arms. Harry's brow furrows with concern, his heart aching at the sight of his son in distress.

"I know y’want to be held, buddy," he murmurs, his fingers gently brushing Elliott's cheek. "But sometimes a walk can help. You'll see."

Elliott's cries escalate, and Harry's resolve softens. With a tender sigh, he comes to a stop and kneels beside the stroller.

"Alright, alright," he concedes, his voice a mixture of love and amusement. "You win, pal. Y’can come into daddy’s arms."

As he carefully lifts Elliott from the stroller, the little one's sobs gradually subside into sniffles. The warmth of Harry's embrace, the steady rhythm of his heart, provides the comfort that Elliott had been seeking.

"There we go," Harry murmurs, his lips brushing against Elliott's fuzzy head. "Sometimes all y’need is a cuddle, huh?"

Elliott's fingers curl into the fabric of Harry's shirt, his cries softening into whimpers as he nuzzles against his father's chest. With a determined resolve, Harry straightens up and looks towards you, offering a reassuring smile. "I'll walk him until he falls asleep, then I'll bring him back. Don't worry, m’love."

As they slowly move away from the poolside

With Elliott nestled in his arms, Harry's touch is a gentle and soothing presence against the little one's back. The rhythmic motion of his hand, moving up and down in a comforting caress, matches the cadence of his footsteps as he begins to walk around the hotel. The atmosphere in the reception area is hushed, a backdrop of understated luxury that contrasts with the earlier scene by the pool.

As they traverse the hotel's elegant corridors, Harry's soft voice hums a tune that's both tender and familiar. The reception staff offer knowing smiles, a nod to the shared experiences of parenthood. Harry's strides are purposeful yet gentle, a dance of patience and care as he navigates each turn and hallway, his focus solely on the slumbering bundle in his arms.

Passing by the tennis courts, the sound of a playful match echoes in the distance. The rhythmic thud of balls and the occasional laughter form a comforting symphony that blends seamlessly with the ambiance of the moment. Harry's gaze shifts briefly, his eyes catching the lively scene before he returns his attention to Elliott.

As they continue their journey, the soft glow of the indoor bar beckons like a haven. The polished wooden floors beneath their feet create a muted melody, the rhythmic tapping of Harry's steps a quiet rhythm that harmonises with the calm of the evening. It's here, surrounded by the ambient light and the low murmur of conversations, that Elliott's eyelids begin to droop.

As they step into the bar, the air carries the scent of aged wood and the promise of relaxation. Harry's hand continues its soothing motion, now softer and slower, his voice a tender whisper.

"Almost there, little mate," he murmurs, his eyes fixed on the peaceful expression that gradually settles on Elliott's face.

In the dim light, they find a quiet corner, a shelter within the embrace of the hotel's interior. Harry eases himself into a plush armchair, still cradling Elliott against his chest. The vibrations of his voice hum against Elliott's ear, a lullaby of security and warmth. And then, as if the journey had been leading to this moment, Elliott's eyes flutter closed.

A tranquil sigh escapes Harry's lips, a mixture of relief and tenderness. He gazes down at his peacefully slumbering son, a soft smile gracing his features.

"Sleep tight, little man," he whispers, his hand gently cupping the back of Elliott's head.

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I worked a seasonal position as a receptionist, and my boss offered me a temporary position helping out in another department for a month once my contract was up. I accepted on the basis that it was 30 hours a week max and all I'd be doing was admin tasks, no speaking with clients. Which after a season full of holidaymakers I was desperate for.

The week I'm supposed to start I receive no communication from who I was told was my new boss until the day before I'm supposed to go in for a little bit of training, and she's put out when I reiterate that that week there's two days I can't do due to previous commitments I made while I thought I'd be unemployed. And when I get to work on the training day, the person who actually will be my boss doesn't ever work that day, so my poor previous boss had to scramble to find something for me to do, since no one could train me nor could I get on the company system properly as my new boss hadn't sorted my contract.

I'm annoyed but hey, things happen. It's the first week, so there's bound to be hiccups, right?

I get to work the next week and my new boss starts to train me with the system I'll be using, only to be pulled away because we have an auditor in and of course that's more important. I don't mind that at all, but don't have me come in to work if you know you don't have time to train me. The same thing happens the following day and there's another new hire from a different department in the same position as me, so we end up doing hardly anything all day and feeling like spare parts. By this point I'm fairly pissed off that the three shifts I've done have been pointless, but I'll persist.

I do two more shifts this week, both of which are actually me being trained and working, and it's becoming very apparent that I will actually have to speak with clients for this role; it's not just helping the department catch up with paperwork. I'm very much feeling lied to, messed about, and like I'm not the right fit for the job, so I take the weekend to think about it, and message my new boss on Sunday morning to tell her that I'm grateful for the chance but I won't be coming back in. I was very polite in my message, I didn't mention my frustration with the disorganisation in the department, the fact that everyone looks down on you for actually taking your lunch break rather than just working at your desk while you eat, or that, morally, I cannot be involved in helping sell holiday homes to people on a site that's severely rat infested and crumbling, but the general manager refuses to spend any money to revamp the place.

I was very final with my message, which I think was obvious by the fact that I wished my new boss the best of luck and a good holiday season, so I figured that would be that. I'll admit my anxiety has me refusing to check whatsapp so I can't see what she's said, because a) I'm not ready for that and b) to me, it's done and dusted.

She's tried to call me five times in the last 20 minutes. I don't know what the hell she wants, but I'm not answering. My best guess would be she wants me to work my notice, but there's absolutely no point. I'm still not trained properly to do this new job, so at least some of my one weeks notice would be me being trained for a job I'm leaving. Normally I'd never quit without giving and working my notice, but in this instance it's pointless.

I'm not going to answer her calls or call her back. I don't care. Honestly, working on reception was bad enough; it's very clear that the company as a whole values profit over guests' happiness and safety. It's one thing to sell someone a holiday on our shit hole of a site, but it's another thing entirely to be a part of them becoming an owner of a run-down holiday home. At least with guests, I can give them vouchers or money off a future holiday or at a push a refund. With this new job, I can't do anything but apologise for the shitty situation I've helped put the new owners in. I wish I was brave enough to say that to my now ex-boss.

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