The jeep is sold. Like an old boxer her skills were fading from the years and the miles. The jabs and crosses were wearing the old girl down. In the right hands (and I think this young fellow has them) new life can be breathed into her. I am hoping she lives as long or longer than I do.
Without Clare and Gordon putting me up and putting up with me these last six months I don’t know what I would have done.
I am packed, paperwork is done, I have several apartments to look at as soon as I get to Granada and I can’t wait until that plane door closes behind me.