Once upon a time, I had an ambition to be a writer. Didn’t we all. But my desire to spend all my money on trips to America, tattoos, and boring things like the mortgage meant I ended up working in Higher Education, specifically in data – what a nerd.
But the desire to write never left me, so I turned to blogging to satisfy my creative side (leaving me free to focus on spreadsheets in my day job). I’ve been blogging since 2001, first Diaryland, then Livejournal, and then through my Project 365 on Flickr and Instgram. I’ve taken at least one photo every day since 2010 and I can’t see myself stopping any time soon
I live with my husband who indulges me with many trips to the States, and turns a blind eye when yet another parcel arrives in the post containing jewellery or another watch to add to my collection. He’s my partner-in-crime when it comes to a random mini-break, and very rarely acts surprised when I come home with a different hair colour.
In 2020, in the midst of a global pandemic, we decided to move 400 miles north, from Hampshire in England to Central Scotland. It had always been a dream retirement location for us, and when a dear friend of ours asked us why we were going to wait for so long, we didn’t have an answer.
It possibly wasn’t the sanest idea to move when the whole world had locked down, but it’s a bit late to change our minds now.