Then came the pandemic and normal life was put on hold. New responsibilities took over, especially caring for John's 96 year-old mother and our newly-acquired rescue cat, so that once travel became possible again, it just didn't happen. In any case we were older and not as fit as we used to be, and long journeys had lost their appeal. Reluctantly we put first the little Scottish bungalow, then our much-loved French cottage, on the market, and to our amazement sold each of them within days.
Now we are simply at home, firmly rooted in our beloved corner of Mid-Wales, to which we moved over half a century ago. Life is slow and quiet, but still enjoyable and, inspired by the example of a couple of blogging friends on Facebook, I think it may still be worth chronicling. Only time will tell...
