I was always a never-cruise guy. In my head, I’m the exact opposite. I’d drag my family 1,000 miles across Europe in a week, make them camp in Scotland in March. We’d miss ferries, hold up flights and try to squeeze in more activities than there are hours in the day. I also don’t sit still easily. I suspect I’m not alone. And I suspected a cruise was anathema to my style of holiday – or “relaxation”. So (easy)Jetting off to an airport few people know exists, on a route established a fortnight