As I sit looking out over the sea on the Isle of Barra in the Outer Hebrides I am reflecting on my motorhome journey over the last three years. I have gone from being overwhelmed by life in my fifties to being here, realising that my life is good in my sixties. It’s a feeling I want to help as many people as I can achieve in their lives.
A few years ago, on one particularly bad day at work I decided I no longer wanted to live the way I was doing. I knew that I had to find another way of living if I was ever to be truly happy again. But what would I do? I then came up with the idea of a motorhome, even though I had never driven one before. I told everyone I was retiring at 60 and travelling to challenge ageism and champion positive ageing.
Many thought I had gone crazy. Others said that I was
