The Guardian Center Parcs I really like CenterParcs. Those who have not yet visited these forest resorts mistakenly think of them as a middle-class Butlins, regimented and landmined with compulsory public embarrassments. Far from it.
Villas are secluded enough to suit the most dedicated misanthrope.
You can do as much or as little as you please from their enormous range of activities and there is no obligatory shoulder-rubbing with other holidaymakers. The nearest one gets to a knobbly knees contest is the back row of cardio kick-boxing in the fitness studio. But now the boys are teenagers, urban ones at that. He is too old for the CenterParcs football course, and too young for the gym. The big question was whether they would be quite as diverted as they once were by the wholesome delights of nature trails and wild water rapids, or whether they would lurk around sullenly in their boxer shorts, bickering over custody of the remote and refusing to join in.