A toe in the water

I've been teetering on the brink of blogging for so long that it's starting to be ridiculous. I love reading other people's blogs, but reading isn't doing and so the time has come to stop standing on the edge and just dive in – or, being me, to dip my toe tentatively into the water.

Most people think of retirement as being a time to slow down, to stand back from the busyness of life and take up golf or something. Instead, for my DH and me, it’s been a opportunity to up sticks, at least some of the time, and to sample life in not one but two other countries.

Our base of operations is Wales, to be precise the beautiful, quiet and unspoilt area of Mid-Wales, equidistant from the tourist honey-pots of Snowdonia, the Brecon Beacons and the coast. We’ve lived and worked here for the best part of 40 years and now we’ve retired here, and it’s where we will always come back to.

But before it’s too late we also want to try out life in other lovely corners of the world. For us these are France, more specifically southern Normandy, and in the diametrically opposite direction, the far northern coast of Scotland. We divide our time between these very different locations and count ourselves lucky to be able to do so. Perhaps now you can understand why I chose this particular title for my blog……


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