Five more sleeps.  That’s all it’s going to take to transform me from the safe world that I know to a world of unknowns.  After spending too many years in the 8.00-5.00 world, adventure is stroking my boots and I have to feel the fear and do it anyway.  How hard can it be?  After a wee stay in San Francisco and a coming together of mother and daughter in London, I’ll be heading to the very tiny island of Sark to do what is not quite clear at the moment.  I am feeling; fearful, fearless, anxious, excited, brave, scared, lonely in anticipation and resilient.  With the love and support of family and friends and the help of many I have been able to make this adventure happen.  It’s not going to be easy, but I have never really taken the easy route.

I aim to capture my adventures in this blog with the hope that it will inspire others to have faith in themselves.  I’m new to blogging, so have patience whilst I learn the blogging ropes.  Please feel free to offer advice, support and any comments you’d like.

Biking is the only way to go on Sark, unless you choose horse and cart.