Grab a fruity beer and some poutine in Canada’s capital, Ottawa

LIKE so many Brits, my summer holidays tend to involve a packed beach, too many pina coladas and sunburn.

But after six days exploring charming Ottawa, the capital of Canada, I am hanging up my "I love Magaluf" towel.

For a girl like me, who loves pigging out, playing out and chilling out in equal measure, this bustling city surrounded by luscious leafy scenery is the ideal location.

No sooner had we touched down at Ottawa International Airport than my friend and I were donning Biggles-style flying hats, goggles and ear defenders for our next flight.

For this time we were boarding a vintage biplane.

As we dipped and twisted through the air like eagles, I felt a huge surge of adrenalin.