Although I loved my job as a postman it was an easy decision to take retirement when it became a possibility at sixty. I worked my last day, the day before my sixtieth birthday, and have never looked back since. After travelling around the UK and taking several cruises Covid has slowed us down quite a bit, and coupled with turning seventy and having some heart problems making travel insurance prohibitive, it’s difficult finding the momentum to consider foreign travel again in the future.
However, I’m more than happy to travel the UK where I’m sure many adventures are still waiting to be had. I do miss running though and hoped to be pounding the roads and tracks at some level into my nineties, but that’s not to be now. I am thankful, despite a few heart problems, to be otherwise fit and healthy and still able to go out walking each day. I’m very content and happy with my lot in life, I’ve got many hobbies to keep me occupied whatever the weather, and have always been optimistic for the future. Not much gets me down and life is turning out more or less like I expected it would. I look forward to each day and consider it a blank canvas.
