Life begins at 60?
Since I retired I have become a writer, flower arranger,judge for Yorkshire in Bloom assisted in and presented on a local radio station, volunteer on an allotment for adults with disabilities and help to run a social enterprise with profits going to mental health charities etc etc
I live in West Yorkshire and spend much of the summer at the Yorkshire coast.
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The season begins
We count down from the end of October to mid-March to when
the season begins at our caravan site.We have a static caravan, which we sometimes refer to as a holiday home
when we want to impress.It is sited
near a pretty, quiet village and it has its own beach.
We have been going here for a decade, although we upgraded
the caravan which used to belong to my aunt and uncle who used theirs for
thirty years.Some of the daffodils
which greet us each Spring were planted by my uncle.
To arrive at the coast, there is no waiting around for
flights or worrying if we have forgotten anything as the caravan is fully
stocked.Granted, the North Sea and the
weather on the East Coast of Yorkshire doesn’t always compare with the Med, but
it has a charm all of its own.The
landscapes and skyscapes are stunning and the seaside has a certain fascination.
En route we pass through the lovely Yorkshire Wolds.Sometimes we feel we are travelling through a
Hockney painting, especially his
workportraying Warter, Sledmere and
It isn’t like staying in a hotel, but cooking , cleaning and
especially gardening are not onerous tasks.We have time to read and write, spend time with family and friends and
look for shells and fossils.