“I’ve been thinking,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about how I want my life to be now that I’ve retired. And I think we should move somewhere entirely different. We need a new challenge; we could so easily slide into a comfortable routine, just live here quietly and atrophy. I think we should move to Cornwall.”
“And what about me,” I said. “What about what I how I want my life to be? What about my job and my friends? What about my parents and my children? What about my life here? I’m happy. I’m not looking for a challenge.” Although quite a lot of that I said silently. What he heard was a little more encouraging.
Eighteen months later, on the last day of March 2016, we arrived in a quiet corner of Cornwall. And I fell in love within moments.
I shall always be grateful for that conversation. And to B – for bringing us here.
This is the story of a couple of (in my case at least) almost sixty-somethings doing something different. Not wildly, massively, mind-bogglingly different: plenty of people retire to Cornwall. But it’s our story, or rather my take on our story, and as such it will be unique.
Meandering through the tale of how we create a life in this corner of Cornwall will be the things are important to me: love, joy and compassion; friends and family; home and garden; nature, the turning of the seasons; the arts – especially books. A chapter in my life created simply, mindfully and with gratitude.