Pulling up outside our house in our motorhome, I breathed out a relieved sigh.
It was January 2021 and, after retiring the year before, my partner John, then 73, and I had driven across the country, stopping at stunning beaches and bustling cities.
It had been fantastic, but 18 months on the road had taken its toll.
‘I do love travelling, but driving is exhausting. Let’s start cruising the world instead,’ John suggested as we hopped out and stretched our legs.
‘That’s not a bad idea,’ I grinned.
We’d been on
