I think I'm going to just Be...

I think I think too much. I spend all day thinking, I go to bed thinking and I wake up thinking. I have so many thoughts running through my head I lose track of the original thought. I think about the past, the present and the future. When I try to stop thinking I only start to think about what I'm not thinking about. So I'm going to stop thinking and just Be. I think.

This is all most likely down to the fact that I've had two wonderful years of adventure and now I've stopped. I'm not on a journey anymore and I'm at a loss. I feel it all happened so quickly I wonder if it happened at all. I'm probably just sulking that the party's over and in my head I'm still dancing. Like Cinderella I forgot about the midnight curfew. Which is quite ironic as I'm working as a cleaner, living with my sister and praying my Prince Charming will turn up with my glass slipper! Although my glass slipper is more of a Wellington boot, my sister is not ugly and I don't have small woodland animals helping me clean.

Tomorrow is a new day and I'm going to be receiving some help from Love Guru James Preece. I can't find Prince Charming on my own and I can't be chucking welly boots at random men in the woods. So I've enlisted professional help and I'm feeling quite positive... I think...

Always dancing...

Professional help...

Off to London I go...

Oh my what a quiet life I'm leading just now. I've been caring for my mum who has just had her second hip operation. She is doing really well in her recovery and could be running a marathon at this rate. I've also been spending a fair amount of time in my Motorhome writing my book. I've been driving it about half a mile down the road and parking up to just sit and write. The main reason being so that I have no internet connection. I have a terrible habit of sitting down to write and two hours later I've googled my perfect dream house, joined dating websites, found a delicious recipe for baked semolina pudding and read everyone's facebook updates.

On the subject of the dating website: twenty four hours later I unsubscribed. I'd chosen one inline with my age group. I don't like my age group. They're old! Now I don't particularly want a toy boy but I certainly don't want to date my granddad. My birth certificate puts me in my fifties but my heart is sadly stuck in my twenties.

On the subject of my perfect dream house: it's in the woods, I own the woods, there is a stream, it's surrounded by countryside, the beach is a walk away, there is a vegetable garden and there is a large sunny porch to sit on and write my book. I drew a picture of my house. One day I will live in that house.

On the subject of facebook: it's full of ridiculous competitions.

On the subject of baked semolina pudding: I ate the whole lot and it was delicious.

Next week I'm off to London. I'm going to visit my dear Uncle Ernie. Uncle Ernie is 96 years young and was my dads best friend. He reminds me of my dad. He is full of stories from the past and
portrays such an interesting outlook on the present...

My view whilst writing...

Sketch of my dream house...

The ridiculous things you see on facebook...

If you think you can then you can...

Exactly two years ago today I closed the door on life as I knew it and stepped into the unknown. I left my home of sixteen years and took up life in the Beast, my Motorhome. I sold a lifetime of 'stuff' and kept only what I declared necessary. Of the 'stuff' what do I miss? Silly things. A pink heart shaped cushion, a pair of combat trousers, a large white pasta dish and my bath. All things that can be replaced or lived without. Except the bath. Can't fit one in the Beast but have taken advantage of all friends and relatives kind offers.

When I set off on this adventure with Milo I didn't really plan further than the day in hand. And two years later I'm still doing the same. So many things happened along the way, the good and bad the expected and unexpected. And when I look back two years I still have to pinch myself to believe all that I have fitted in. Over the last two years I've been fortunate to have travelled to Scotland, San Pedro, Ireland, Portugal, France, Spain, Switzerland, Italy and back to England in between. Milo has been my constant companion throughout most of this. I know for a fact I couldn't have done it without him. And my family. They have been a constant support dealing with what could be described as a midlife crisis!

All the way I've been on the lookout for my Mr Perfect. I haven't met him yet and I haven't given up on that dream.  But I've certainly enriched my life with new friends, interesting encounters, strange scenarios, weird propositions, kindness from strangers, stunning landscapes, exhilirating sunrises and calming sunsets, party atmospheres, blissful solitude and an absolute feeling of contentment along the way.

I've learnt a lot about myself but feel I've still a lot to learn. So to anyone out there thinking of throwing caution to the wind, if you think you can then you can...

Hey Dad, what's that big world out there...

Sweet sixteen and still wondering... 

Hey son look at that big world out there... 

Son I'm going to have a look... 

Look how far we've come Milo...