Five hundred, twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes...

How do you measure a year? Good bloody question

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A year ago today, almost to the minute, I was zipping up the last of the suitcases.

Checking and double checking our passports and entry visas were in my handbag, triple checking the locks on our luggage had been securely twiddled and twiddled again. Doing my best, basically, to prepare for an adventure that I was not in in the least bit ready for in reality.

Those of you who have been here a while might have surmised by now, thanks to my somewhat sporadic postings and regular subscription pauses, that the last year didn’t go exactly to plan. Now, through the worst of the fog but very much still in a bit of shellshock, I’ve been trying to work out how to sum it all up.

I’m still not entirely sure, to be honest, but I’m here to give it a damn good shot.