One of the things we were most looking forward to when we jumped ship and moved to the Pyrenees, was taking advantage of not being tied to a nine to five existence and being able to go and do stuff whenever we wanted. Or the weather was up to it. Or we had the funds to do it.
In the first eighteen months or so we ran around like fools making the house habitable and the garden productive. In between we gave ourselves time off for good behaviour, roaming around the local countryside on foot, pushbikes or motorbikes.
Then the house was finished, well habitable anyway, and the garden no longer took up every waking moment, once the spring sowing frenzy was out of the way, at least, and we suddenly had buckets of free time. And somehow, because we can nearly always go out tomorrow, we seem to do less and less. Far less than when we had to make the most of a weekend. Let that be a warning to you if you are planning early retirement or a change in lifestyle. It can be really difficult to get going when you have all the time in the World.
Fortunately we have friends and family who visit and need to be entertained and others who drag us out for our own good when they are staying over here.
And what a gem they took us to last week.
