After months of talking, planning, researching and putting our old lives temporarily into storage (and in Dad's loft!), the day of departure has finally arrived. Awoke early with the usual feelings of worry before flying - have I packed enough; have I packed too much; will we get to the airport on time and will our bags arrive at the same time and at the same destination as us?....

To calm the nerves I went for an early morning run along Mudeford Quay, successfully battling a strong sea breeze before taking what can only be described as an almighty tumble. I am now sporting some impressive bruises and scabby knees - not what you want as you are about to endure a nine hour flight but a good look all the same!

After being patched up, we said our goodbyes and made it to the airport with four hours to spare - thanks for dropping us off Dad! The time in departures went surprisingly quickly without any further drama. We had 6.3kg to spare on our luggage allowance and got upgraded to premium economy - good result all round. Flight whizzed along and my aching and injured limbs were grateful for the extra leg room, pillow, blanket and two complementary glasses of wine! Watched a very topical film called 'The Walk' with Martin Sheen, Emilio Estevez and James Nesbitt - thought it was brilliant and quite thought provoking. My take-away line from the film was 'You don't choose a life you live one' which is exactly what Stuart and I intend to do over the coming six months.

At this juncture I just want to say a big thank you to Liz, Barry, Gran, Mum & John, Mum & Dad for allowing us to stay with you all at different points during our period of homelessness. Your hospitality, support and encouragement have been brilliant and much appreciated. Gran I hope I become as wise and 'with it' as you are in my older years - you are a true inspiration. We hope you enjoyed the political debates with Stuart as much as he did!