The year of being sixty two : travelling
Travelling There is a real tension for me between the desire to be rooted and the wish to travel. As I get older this tension intensifies. After a lifetime enjoying wandering about, loving moving house, feeling that home is where my people are and that place does not really matter, I find myself living in a place which I love. I would be happy to move house again but I don’t want to go very far. I like the sense of becoming part of a community. I love my choir, my yoga class, my Welsh lessons. I like the fact that I know people. I feel at home here. There is a Welsh expression “a man of his own square mile” and it is one I have always loved. But my own square mile, love it though I do, has never been enough for me. I have always loved travel, change, new experiences. And getting older makes me intensely aware that if there are places I want to go to, things I want to see and do, parts of the w...