Exactly three years ago today I left the Wirral to begin my adventure with Milo in our Beast. Three years of travelling - places including Scotland, Ireland, San Pedro, Portugal, Italy and France. Three years of mishaps and mayhem, love and laughter, tantrums and tears, new friendships and romances - three years of adventure, an adventure I created and embraced. I have such mixed feelings about the last three years. I fall between a failure and an achiever. I didn't find a husband, a true love or a happy ever after. But I wonder if this was really what I wanted in the first place? I gave up my home, my possessions and my career and began my adventure with just me (and, of course, Milo). But were they things to give up anyway? or just things I no longer desired or needed?
On reflection I don't think I have achieved much more than I already had. But surely that can't make me a failure? I've experienced things that could have only happened on this journey, things that were not sitting at my front door. I've met people who would not have ordinarily crossed my path, I've visited places I did not know existed and I've experienced situations I thought only happened to other people.
So, now, I'm back on the Wirral and I don't have a home or a job or any possessions. But... I've written a book, I've been on television, I've been talked about in the media, I've exceeded the concept of travel, I have friends worldwide, I have memories galore and I'm still a size eight and don't have to dye my hair!...
Holding onto the sunshine...
MiloandMe in the sunshine...
Basking in bikinis...
Always been a bikini girl...
Contemplation, Achieved or Failed?...
