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When the cold weather starts to draw in I like to think about more exciting things than thermal socks and big scarves. This is the time of year for cracking out the old photo albums and seeing images of happy holidays of the past. Camping in France with keycamp, island hopping in Scotland and trekking in South America all tend to get fondly recalled over a hot chocolate and a doughnut or four.
So what makes a holiday memory special in the first place? Why are exotic trips and seemingly more mundane ones just as precious to me? I had a think about some of the reasons for this and here are the best ones I could come up with.
Once Upon a Time
Could it be that looking at older pictures gives me a warmer glow than looking at more recent ones? I think this is definitely the case and it is far more interesting to get out my old, tattered snaps which I took on a dodgy old camera than look at smart digital ones on screen. I am not quite sure why this is but older holidays certainly seem to have an extra special feeling attached to them.
Another thing I noticed is that in many of my older snaps there are people I have since sadly lost touch with for one reason or another. In some cases these were just fellow travellers I had bumped into by chance and spent a few days with. However, in a few days with someone on holiday you can spent a lot more quality time than with, for example, someone you sit next to at work for years. I often wonder what happened to the people I have some shared travel memories with and I am pretty sure that they wonder the same thing of me. In these days of Facebook and what have you it is easy to stay in touch I suppose but for me that might take away some of the magic I am talking about here.
The Chances of Going Back
This in another point which is quite difficult to explain. Is it more interesting to remember time spent in incredibly exotic places which I know that I will never, ever go back to or is it better to look back at those holidays which could be fairly easily repeated? There is certainly something incredible about looking at a picture of myself somewhere like Machu Picchu and knowing that it was a once in a lifetime experience. However, there is also a lot to be said for recalling those trips made to places which I know I can go back to next year if I like.
So what’s the verdict? To be honest, as I’ve gone through my memories I have come to realise that I simply love getting away. You could offer me a fortnight in China or a couple of days on a Keycamp holiday and I would jump at the chance. If you approach your holidays with this attitude I reckon that they will all be memorable for one reason or another.