No Man/Woman is an Island….

I’m sitting in a picture-perfect Greek anchorage.  There’s a small beach with a taverna on the hillside and behind us a tiny island, all cliffs and scrub with the tiniest white-washed church with a congregation made up entirely of goats.  All lined up along the shaded side with their bells clanging away when they move.…

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So what now?

So; what happens next? Boat: Tick.  Paid for: Tick. Pangs of Angst: Tick.  Rick has been waking up at 2am every night with thoughts running around in his head.  When I ask him in the morning what kept him awake he just says “the hamster only needs a very small wheel you know” Currently our…

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