Following on from the “That will see me out” thread, can you ever be too old for an adventure?
Last year, still under coronavirus “rules,” post Brexit, aged 75, with dicky tickers and never having owned a property outside the UK, DH and I bought a house in Spain.
Not a standard property; it’s a cave house.
Under Schengen rules, we are limited on the number of days we can spend there.
“Are you mad?” was the unspoken question usually put as “Are you sure?”
My response: “When should you stop having adventures? This is another one.”
We’ve had many in our life together and hope this is not the last one!
Were we mad? No reason to think so yet. It’s been great.
Last three letters contd. November 2015
