In 2014 my husband and I decided that it was time to step off the treadmill and into the slow lane. Our daughters had fledged and 25 years as an A&E doctor is enough, frankly, to drive you insane. We took early retirement, sold our lovely Welsh home and headed south west across Europe. Accompanying us were our four dogs and four cats and our journey took us to a new home on top of a hill overlooking Òbidos on the Silver Coast of Portugal.
When not hiding on the golf course my husband (who, it turns out, is the love child of Frank Spencer and Michael Fish, hereafter referred to as FF), and my children (who keep crash-landing back into the nest along with their friends, hereafter referred to as The Youngs) are helping me resculpt and reorganise this little patch of the planet into a little patch of Eden.
Well, that’s the plan anyway. But I’m trying not to make too many plans.
‘Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.’
(Allen Saunders, mis-attributed to John Lennon.)
Our journey through 2014 can be found on my personal blog.