At 52 years old I took the plunge, and sold my beautiful Edwardian house in Herne Bay to fulfil my dream of living in France.
I had worked too long for the NHS and was totally beaten down from my life in England. I had bitten my tongue for too long and wanted my freedom to be me, and to live a different life.
I realised the year before we moved that I was only 11 years younger than my beloved mum when she died, and that life was for living “as if someone had left the gate open.”
So this blog is for you Joyce and Paddy, and for all the people who are thinking of making the change, getting off that road and taking one of the paths to who knows where.
I hope you enjoy the ride.