My summer holiday this year was booked for the end of September, which meant being able to make the most of London in the summer, which is delightful as long as you can avoid the tube. I love Soho in bright sunlight, the V&A's courtyard where children (and the occasional grownup) paddle freely, park picnics spent sheltering under trees from unexpected showers and evenings spent drinking on rooftops and pavements.
The holiday however was worth the wait. We visited Saint Malo in Brittany, northern France, travelling rather quaintly by overnight ferry. There was something magical about going to sleep in our dinky cabin, complete with bunk beds and waking up to sunrise and the boat just docking on Saint Malo's historic coast. The harbour was just outside of the walled citadel and surrounded by little islands accessible by foot at low tide.