About a year ago I went to BBQ in a nearby park with a friend and their family (grandkids etc) they had visitors from England (Birmingham or Durham I think) who had originally come out to Australia with them over 30 years ago.
After the minimum two years (for an assisted passage) this family had returned to England because the husband hadn’t been able to settle down here whereas my friends had stayed and brought up their family here.
We were all talking when the husband said something along the lines of, “This is a really beautiful spot look at how much fun the kids are having.” The wife said very bitterly, “Yes, and our kids had the chance of having this and you took it from them.”
You’re talking out of your arse again, it was a true story. Why on earth would I make it up? You could have cut the air with a knife afterwards for several minutes. As I say family resentments run deep.
I often thought about emigration when I was younger but I married a Yorkshire man and unless he could take Yorkshire and Yorkshire folk with him he was having none of it.
We holidayed for 3 weeks in Canada a few years ago and we both agreed it might have been a good idea to have considered it more seriously… I know deep down though no way would he have moved even though Canada was so lovely.
I have to make one correction to that episode I related. They didn’t come out 30 years ago it was actually more like over 50 years ago in the early 1960s.
Spain . We lived there for two years on the Costa del Sol and would go back in a heartbeat. We had to come back but we will return one day no doubt about it. The climate does us both the world of good. Winter is here and gone so fast we barely noticed it.
Someone mentioned not liking tiled floors, we loved ours, so cool in summer and rugs in the floor in winter, job done.
Thinking about buying a place in Spain a few years back-with a view of retiring there but as the time came near my wife had second thoughts we still holiday there and occasionally look what might have been.
