I am with you on that one, Swimfeeder, fishing around the world. I have sold all my tackle, which I found heartbreaking, much of it not used. Alas, like yourself, varied health problems have robbed me of most things in life I enjoyed, and my walking is now restricted to walking around the house. Gone also is my “Dream Machine” as it was never used. I tell myself I should have kept it, but in truth, what pleasure is there on the roads here at least, these days? Long gone are the days when one of us suggested going out for a Sunday drive. Still, the plus is we are both still here and still have transport. Soon, people will retire, and the over 70s will be stopped from driving, driven off the road by people who are clueless at driving and always will be.
They say that getting to my age makes me one of the lucky one per cent. I would agree if you could get to my age and stay fit as well.
Freedom. Personified.
Of Serious and Compiling responsibilities’. In Armed Services and subsequent Civilian.
The Former. As a. QR Set Piece.
The Latter. Ever changing directions. Learning to Disregard events in Downtime.
Making Laughter and Relaxation a Rarity.
Aimed to retire at 60. Stooled to 65. Retired 25Yrs.
5 of which,
Readjusting To the Freedom. Of Relaxing and Meaningful Music. Laugher. Comfortable in ones Own Skin. Uncontrolled & Unflustered. By this ever-changing world.
The Bonus of those formative QR’s. Self Reliant & Independent.
“De-Pe-Dance”. PMA. 
I see a lot of folks on my journey’s everyday, don’t seem to matter how much provision they have made, they all seem pissed off 
The problem is that when you get old, you cannot plan for the future as you once did, as you do not know if you will be here or if some woke-driven idiot is going to come up with another brain-dead rule. Like, should I buy an Aston Martin, and if I do, will some idiot want me off the road because I am old?
If your old and rich, you don’t need to drive the Aston Martin, you just have to ogle it and think how clever you have been.
Make it a Morgan then Spitfire, Not “Morgan a suitable case for treatment”, even if there is a close resemblance.
If yer can’t drive anything, because of age, it might as well be an Aston.
Yer Spit, then you could bring me flowers.
Blimey, that’s a Grave Yard 
For me, it’s both. Getting older has been freeing in the sense that I worry far less about pleasing others and more about what truly matters. At the same time, it can be more challenging physically and emotionally. I think the real shift is learning to work with those limits rather than fighting them.
We Can’t control Fate.
But we can pass on the Wisdom accumulated.
Ignore History. AND The Future is Doomed.
So said. Con-Fu-Cius. 
If only I’d had the time and resources I have now in my youth.
Youth are The Formative Years. Pre Puberty.
Good Bad or Indifferent…
How Parents & those allowed to associated with.
Peers Priests or Patrons. Conduct Themselves.
Become imbedded. Sublimatetive Or Depositional.
To what extent.
Dependent on The Chosen Adult Environment.
AI. Isn’t One of Them.
What I miss most is the lost financial benefits my own abilities once provided me with.
Live is lived back to front. When you were young, imagine what you’d do if you’d the insights, knowledge and money behind you to do the best you could do… Instead you got the insecurities, the lack of resources, the dumbness of youth. Its a miracle any of us came out in one piece.
Must be why some grew up to be such miserable old sods with delusions of granduer. I just loved life in the swinging 60s.
I’m glad I was brought up in a time of innocence.
I know what it’s like with no smartphone, no internet, and no sat nav.
I’ve enjoyed retrieving information from a book, and reading a map, or just being out in the country and out of communication with the world.
Most people who use the internet don’t realise the power they have in their hand, they don’t understand it, and it fills their heads with mush, preventing them from having a life they should be experiencing.
Shush Foxy, lets keep the club elite.
I sure do agree with that, and today’s life lived through the internet by youngsters saddens me. Not just youngsters, but will those who have spent all their working lives sitting at desks and staring at screens reach old age or will today’s average age of dying return to previous times?