Growing up, active holidays were never a realistic proposition for my family. With four kids under the age of 10, finding something that suited each of us (and both parents) was a nigh impossible task. Two failed attempts (and a near-disastrous situation involving my sister attacking an unwitting instructor with a ski pole), and my parents decided we were better off running wild on our own terms.
So, imagine my bewilderment when I found myself, 20 years later, married to a man whose idea of a…

