Twice before, Mark and I have planned to go to Spain. The first time, temperatures soared above 50°C. People were dying from the heat, so we turned left and went to Romania. Then, last September, two days before our ferry, a tenant gave notice, which forced us to stay and sort out the re-let.
This year, coronavirus has scuppered our planned tour of Poland and the Baltics. Although lockdown has lifted in Italy and across most of Europe, the strict UK quarantine rules persuaded us to take slow road home via Northern Spain and Portugal. When we eventually reach the UK border, perhaps campsites will have re-opened and we won’t be forced into isolation with four dogs; an isolation so strict that unless we were about to starve, we would not even be permitted to leave our acommodation to buy food. Continue reading “Leaving Lockdown – A Bit of a Scrape”→
Prior to joining Mark on 4am starts, I loved to begin my working day in bed with a cup of tea and a book. It felt like a stolen moment; half an hour of ‘me’ time to collect myself before I had to face the daily scramble of dashing around the country to earn a living, variously selling blood banks, laser particle counters and high performance liquid chromatography systems.
Since we gave up work, morning is one of our favourite times. Having left behind the world of targets, deadlines and stress, it feels so luxurious to wake up naturally and ease ourselves into the day without rushing.