When the travelling stops…

 

Travel was the bestest thing I could have done to start my retirement.  I even met one traveller who had designed her life as a retiree to travel forever.  She had no house and just kept moving.  But she was alone and only ever seemed to make vicarious friendships. I would not like that.

In my effort to be young we started in YHAs, but we soon graduated to motels.  Australia is full of youth and sport.  Surfing, jogging, small groups working out in the early morning on the beach before work.  As I watched I realised: I am not that kind of girl.  Never was really.  I was the one who pulled out of sport if at all possible at school, forgot my kit, that sort of thing. I love swimming, and playing badminton and walking for miles but these groups had the competition of youth.  They pushed each other to do more.

As an older person, I am comfortable with doing my personal best. I don’t need to compete.  And I don’t have the same urgent drive to get it done in such a limited timeframe before going to work.  I have developed the long view!  I need a long term project.

So I plan to build a new life, taking the best bits from this working style me.  A complete change of scenery: from London to the country.  It’s been on our minds for ever.  Don’t we all dream of self sufficiency or the rural idyl at some time.  For John and I it began when we first left the girls with their gran and grandad, while we had our first solo holiday in five years.  We went to Scotland, drove from Glasgow to Edinburgh and sighed over the isolated houses…”one day…”

I’m a London girl, always have been.  The thought of living in the country both enticed me and filled me with dread!  Where would I shop?  Cinema? Theatre? LIFE?

Anyway, schools in London are plentiful and a challenge.  (All schools are a challenge, I know!)  The girls liked urban living, in short we did not move.

English: The City of London skyline as viewed ...

John worked in central London most of his life.  I began my teaching career in central London. Slowly we allowed our lives to be urbanised, reduced our space to the suburbs with occasional trips up town.  And, honestly, I loved it.

What might it be like to fulfil the dream of our youth and move out?  Let’s try!  It takes almost two years to drip drip the idea to John.  He researches areas on the web.  First up comes North Devon.  Many short breaks were taken before we said, “Not enough life.”

Dorset was chosen on one of those return trips from Devon.  We stopped for coffee and thought Sherborne ‘perfect’.  For nearly a year we concentrated John’s research on this county.

Just after returning from our travel , we enjoyed a day trip to the South Downs and spent two months flirting with the idea of living there.

But no; we don’t know exactly where to live but let’s try Dorset..

Here we go!

 

4 thoughts on “When the travelling stops…

    • I’ve moved my blog to “A Londoner in Dorset” under Dorset Explorer, and, although I am less frequent in my posts I’m enjoying recording some of our travels through this new county and my life here. I hope you find me there and look forward to our continued virtual friendship!

  1. Marion, we walked a similar path. We lived and worked in London (we’re Americans) and upon our return to the US, decided to have a go at country living. After London, and the UK, it definitely took lost of adjustments. We focused on taking advantage of the things that only the country can offer, and tried to find fun replacements for the things we loved about the city. Our motto is: nothing is forever, and it turned out fine. We moved on from the country life, but we will never be sorry we gave it a try. Best of Luck. ~James

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