A few years later, a few years older, quite a few pounds heavier and no pension plan in place, what to do? Work harder, save more and die earlier or put all one's faith in the Euromillions lottery to provide and go off travelling again. Dear reader, you can guess which option I chose. The economy is doomed anyway, so I salve my conscience with the thought that in my dotage you will all be poor with me. This trip is a mini trip. A year of lugging round 25kg of luggage no longer appeals. Three months of throwing everything into the boot of a car seemed much more to my liking. Besides, as Ursula pointed out, at our age half your luggage is various vitamins and potions claiming to aid us in sailing with tranquility
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