Pop in to This Seasonal Greek Pop-up and Even the Teens Will Thank You!

  • The Peligoni Club is a popular watersports club-cum-hang-out on Zakynthos
  • For a fixed fee, visitors can use any equipment like catamarans and sailboards
  • Lessons from enthusiastic young British instructors are also included in the cost
Irresistable: A beach on Zante, home to Club Peligoni, which offers a range of watersports.

Not until the mid-week quiz night did we finally understand why the Peligoni Club is one of the Med’s hottest destinations for families with teenagers.
It’s a pop-up, seasonal watersports club-cum-teenage hang-out on the Greek island of Zakynthos (or Zante as it is also known).
You pay a fixed fee, then for the rest of your holiday (in one of the club’s nearby villas), you can use all the equipment you like — dinghies, catamarans, sailboards — and have endless lessons from the enthusiastic young British instructors.
My wife was perfectly happy jumping into the clear Ionian sea while the teenagers, a boy, 18, and girl, 16, were far too preoccupied lounging all day by the infinity pool at our secluded villa to want to take the epic journey (five minutes in our hire car) to an alien place where they might risk being judged by fellow teens. And then there was Boris, our private leatherback turtle.

Read the rest in the Daily Mail.

A Sicilian Sizzler: A Family Villa Holiday Which Proved a Feast for All the Senses

(if you ignore the nude Dad swimming)

  • The Daily Mail‘s James Delingpole headed for Sicily with his family in tow
  • He spent a week at each of two lovely villas, both of them near Ispica in Sicily
  • Holiday highlights included a tour of the glorious hilltop town of Ragusa

Don’t tell anyone — my teenagers would die of shame. But my favourite thing about our family villa holiday in Sicily were my 8am Embarrassing Dad nudie swims.

Each morning, ignoring my wife’s protests — ‘Oh really. Must you?’ — I’d stride starkers across the lawn to the cliff at the bottom of our garden, down the flight of steps and — splosh! — launch myself into the Mediterranean.

Then I’d swim out a hundred yards or so and gaze in awe at the empty bay, with its spectacular white rock pillars thrusting up from the sea bed. ‘Wow!’ I’d think. ‘We’ve got this all to ourselves for the whole week.’


Read the rest in the Daily Mail.