I left kids at home and went to Africa for the DAY for £51 – it was cheaper than spa & ultimate self-care birthday treat
It was my 43rd birthday and normally I'd be celebrating at home with my husband and four kids over cake and cards, before a countryside walk.
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Kate Skelton spent her birthday riding camels in the desert near Marrakesh
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Kate made an 18-hour round trip to Morocco, with flights costing just £51
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But this year, I was enjoying a camel ride in the Moroccan desert, after deciding to take an extreme day trip to Africa...
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