You know those days when you wake up and it’s that kind of grey miserable weather so very traditional in England? You have to get up go to work again and you wish that you could be somewhere else, doing something different? You spend evenings talking over that last bottle of whatever you didn’t use cooking and decide to sell up and go away forever, to somewhere the sun shines and the sky is blue? Where nobody wants anything from you, where the food grows in the ground or you buy it in a market, where you don’t have commute, where the daily grind is the walk to the beach or catching your own fish for supper?
Well we are going to do it. We are selling our house, selling a business, handing in our notice kicking out our kids, taking the dog and going.