Once upon a time, I used to get itchy feet if I hadn’t been out of the country for a month. I was a travel aficionado. Weekend city breaks, European holidays, winter ski trips, a year off travelling through Asia: there were few travel opportunities I didn’t jump at. Frequently.
But, now, of course, I’ve got a young family and my days of travel are, if not over, at least on hold for a while.
On the whole, I don’t really mind. There is something equally as exciting in discovering all the amazing places on our doorstep, both around London and in the rest of the UK. Honestly, there really is.
But I have friends scattered at various locations around the globe, mostly there for work, and of course that bastard Facebook is terribly good at making you feel jealous about whatever it is that someone’s doing and you’re not…
And so it was, when one of my closest friends posted some photos today of her recent visit to Burma (she lives in Thailand and travels to Burma a lot. Yeah. I know).
I had an extreme sensation of itching in my feet and a yen to set off for sunnier climes.
But I can’t. So, here is the next best thing.
You’ve seen these a hundred times before, of course, but I absolutely love these old 1920s travel posters. I found a whole set recently at the Boston Public Library’s Flickr account from an exhibition in 2010.
These are just a few of my favourites. You can take a look at the full lot here: Away we Go!
They utterly epitomise the glamour of travel don’t they? And that’s enough for me at the moment. Travel from my armchair…