Putting pause on strolls down Le Seine, we're eschewing Paris in favour of the bucolic hills and white chalk cliffs of Normandy, easily accessible by the Eurotunnel Le Shuttle. We're paying homage to the region's stinky cheeses by setting off on the Routes des Fromages. With stops at dairy farms and delis, it's the gastronomic equivalent of a booze cruise with Camembert replacing cases of cava. Lockdown had you flexing your DIY muscles? Hunt down antiques and something to hang on those freshly painted walls Le Perche, an area known for its flea markets and bohemian flair. Afterwards, make tracks towards Trouville-sur-Mer - a little touristy, maybe, but there's no denying the "Norman Riviera" beaches possess an air of nostalgic, seaside charm. Finish off with a trip to Le Musée du Débarquement in Arromanches-les-Bains; it's one of the region's most respected D-Day museums.

Stay: Château de Saint Paterne

As much as we're mourning the temporary closure of our favourite Ibizian superclubs, we're relishing the chance to explore the White Isle sans the two-day hangover. Hire a jeep and tick off each of Ibiza's best beaches. Start in the north at Portinatx, a former fishing village that's blessed with clusters of secluded cloves. Time your trip to Cala Tarida - on the west coast - with the sunset, as the views make Café Mambo look like an overly-saturated webcam snap. Take advantage of the emptier, off-season feel in Cala Gracioneta. Usually, all (seven) sunbathing spots are taken by 10am, but this year we fancy our chances. Take lunch at the chiringuito the beach backs on to. Make sure you tack on a few extra days in Formentera, too. It's sleepier and shyer than it's sibling, so days here are best spent pedalling between coves, browsing the La Mola hippie market (Wednesday and Sundays) and figuring out your favourite hammock at Can Tres.

Stay: La Granja Farmhouse for the food.

Our spring ski trips may have been cut short, but instead of sulking and eating our weight in raclette, we're headed for the hills of Kandersteg - more specifically to the Gasterntal Valley, where untouched hiking trails run along the Kander up to Kanderfirn. It's less strenuous than a Courtney Black Instagram Live workout - it takes a mere three hours to complete - and you'll be rewarded with the obligatory glacier views at the top. Afterwards, take a trip out to Lake Blausee. Smaller than the other headline lakes but no less enchanting, its Monet-blue waters make for a pretty spectacular picnic backdrop. Legend has it the water here is the same colour as the eyes of a maiden that died of a broken heart.

Stay: The Hayloft - partly for its bloom-covered facade. Yes, we will be asking how to make our balcony window boxes that beautiful.

When life gives you lemons, you make limoncello… on the shores of Positano, of course. We presume that your stockpiles of pasta were gone within the first few weeks and you're now craving a bowl of the proper stuff. No problem, Italy's borders have reopened. We're keen to get back and show our support to one of Europe's hardest-hit countries so will be stopping off at some of our favourite Amalfi Coast haunts. Besides, Aperol at Arienzo Beach Club is long overdue. Hankering for something more adventurous than aperitivo? Try Sardinia for it's wild, rugged sands and superb hiking trails. Base yourself at Albero Capovolto, it's a former holiday home turned B&B.

Stay: Positano's poster child, Le Sirenuse.

Less Costa del Sol and more Wild West in topography, the mountainous Teruel province remains one of the lesser-known pockets of this otherwise sought-after holiday hotspot. Rivers cut through deep gorges, pine-laden forests cover ravines and medieval villages lead the way to hot springs and Michelin-star-worthy tapas bars. It's beautiful but it's bloody difficult to get to. You'll need a car, a sturdy one, as there's no motorway from Madrid (or direct rail service), but herein lies it's rustic allure. Potter - literally, the roads are a pot-holed nightmare - along the province's capital, Teruel, where a beguiling mishmash of medieval and neo-Mudéjar architecture awaits. Imagine the modernist architecture from Barcelona and stick it next to the Moorish buildings from Seville and you're somewhat there. Still not sold? There are more wine bars per capita in Teruel than any other Spanish city.

Stay: We've been patiently waiting for Torre del Marqués to reopen and are eager to be the first in.

We've long sung the praises of the Polish Riviera and this summer is no exception. After a wallet-friendly option for a last-minute getaway, we'll be hot-footing it to the Hel Peninsula where you'll find 35km of fine-sand beaches backed by beech tree-laden forests. Sidestep the ritzy Sopot - dubbed the "Polish Monac" - in favour of Rewal. A decent drive west, it's a little off-grid, but you'll be blessed with the same bleached beaches minus the crowds. Remnants of its communist past remain, particularly when it comes to bedding down, and many of the holiday homes were built by the state as vacation camps for their employers. They can be quite basic but don't let this put you off, the simplicity is definitely part of Rewal's back-to-nature allure.

Stay: Sleeping six, Pina House is geared up for a reunited getaway with friends and family.