Yes, I said beach. In February. Stick with me here. Think Cornwall or the Isle of Wight, but not for sunbathing. You go for the drama. Giant waves crashing against cliffs. Rain that feels invigorating, not depressing.
Book a cottage with a log burner. Seriously. That’s the whole holiday. You arrive, you light the fire, you eat piles of carbs. Then you wrap up like you’re going to the Arctic and scream into the wind on a deserted beach for exactly 45 minutes. Perfect.
Port Isaac (yes, the Doc Martin one) has a cosy pub where you can dry your socks while eating a pasty. It’s less crowded in Feb, too. You’ll feel like you discovered the place.
