Apart from the horseracing holiday I mentioned on the other thread, my best 'holiday' just has to be the month I spent in the mountains above a small town called Immenstadt in Bavaria. We were meant to be there for a month's adventure training but apart from a couple of days canoeing and 3 or 4 days mountain climbing and abseiling, we played volleyball almost every morning (always in glorious sunshine) before heading off to do a bit of boating and swimming in the town' quite large lake. Back up the mountain for tea then into the back of a 4 tonner at 6pm (miss it ad you were stuck in barracks) down the winding, narrow path to the boozer at the foot of the mountain. There we stayed, listening to the rain bash the roof of the building before piling back onto the 4 tonner for the trip back up the mountain, still in the pouring rain. Up at 6 in the morning and the sun had been up so long that the ground beneath our feet was dry as we made our way to the canteen for breakfast.