George Eliot is reputed to have said "It's never to late to be what you might have been"  and this quote has been stuck on the inside of my kitchen cupboard door for many years.

 

So this is the story of how I decided, in my mid sixites to sell everything, upsticks and set off on my travels with my Great Dane Phoebe as a travelling companion.

 

My last holiday was sometime in the eighties and I have never been futher north than Wigan.  Plus my sense of direction and knowledge of geography hover somewhere around the zero mark

 

I don't know how it will end, but this is how it begins.....