by way of introduction 

A story about being Kinda brave

Many moons ago I was sitting on a wooden balcony over looking Lake Malawi, it had been a long and heady night, and it might have involved gin. It was that curious time at the end of a long night, when you are forced to celebrate the achievement of still being awake as dawn approaches. There is an other worldly magic to this moment and I’m sure the timing was important for what unfolded next.

As the light crept in, talk moved to who would be the first to jump from the balcony into the deep cool waters some many meters below. The raucous chat went on and on about it, somebody got up and full of bravado announced they were about to jump, then after taking a melodramatic glance over the edge and to roars of laughter they duly sat down again. 

All this time I was sleepily sitting on the wooden planked floor with my head bent over my knees, half dozing at that stage. Then a thought ( or was it a feeling? ) came into my head, but really it came from somewhere else entirely, my chest, my toes, every cell in my body perhaps. Suddenly really out of nowhere I decided I was going to do it, I lifted my head, drained my drink, got to my feet and to everyones total surprise, including mine, I suddenly found myself running across the balcony and launching myself off. The wind rushed and in less than a second I plunged into the water. The small crowd roared as I hauled myself back onto the sandy shore and soggily returned to the balcony. 

And just like that, I had unwittingly learned the biggest lesson of my life. 

"don't think, just jump" 



This might sound contrite and over simplified, but really it's incredibly powerful tool for self actualisation.

What I learned that morning, the spark that ignited in me of 'I can just do this-ness' grew into a life principle that I have lived by ever since. In a nutshell it is the earth shatteringly simple idea that if you want to do something the best way to go about doing it is too, well  DO IT.
  

DONT THINK JUST JUMP.

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Since that wonderful life affirming morning, I have lived in a number of different countries, each time arriving with little more than a desire to be there and an increasing certainty that a plan will come together. Which to date, some eighteen years later, it always has.

We arrived In Portugal with a six moth old baby boy, living a truly nomadic lifestyle in a converted horse box, a little gypsy stove to warm us in the winter and a teepee slung on the roof. We met similar folk and before long we were building an off-grid house, down a track on a piece of land we bought, with it's own water-fall. Darren learned to build a house, I learned how to bake bread, make chutney, and most importantly for the future what 'road schooling or home schooling' looked like. 

We stayed in Portugal for long enough to build our little house, have another baby, and realise that the life of a rural small-holder was not for us, aged then only twenty eight. So via a few winters living on a beach in India we found our selves back in the UK, living on a beautiful boat on the Kennet and Avon canal in Bath. 

I love England, don't get me wrong, but the weather and my inner wunderlust always had me hankering for something more, possibly warmer, and more exotic. I had been visiting Morocco and especially Marrakesh for fifteen years by then, I knew it's dusty medina like an old friend. It had always woken in me a feeling of rawness, a sensation of being truly alive, I found it both mournful and yet moments later joyful, it's cool cloistered riads calm and seductive, and the mayhem of it's souks a feast for my senses. 

It began to dawn on me that this could be our biggest adventure, now with three children and a dog. Could it be possible to purchase land, and attempt to build one of these stunning inside/outside houses? To work out what on earth we'd do about school, these would be the biggest challenges we'd ever faced. I felt totally electrified at the thought of how big this move would be. I felt so totally alive in those months we tried to prepare for something that in truth could never really be prepared for, and the day I set off with my little band of voyagers was the greatest 'hold on to and fly by the seat of your pants' type of feeling I'v ever had.

What we've all learned since then, about love, family, education, what 'home' really means can not be fitted on this single page, suffice to say, I feel I have done a lifetime's personal development in a year and I'm now very well qualified to support any one who want to find a fearsome adventurer inside them selves. 

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Since that wonderful life affirming morning I have lived in a number of different countries, each time arriving with little more than a desire to be there and an increasing certainty that a plan will come together. Which, to date, some eighteen years later, it always has.

We arrived In Portugal with a six moth old baby boy, living a truly nomadic life in a converted horse box, a little gypsy stove to warm us in the winter and a teepee slung on the roof. We met similar folk and before long we were building an off-grid house, down a track on a piece of land we bought, with it's own water fall. Darren learned to build a house, I learned how to bake bread, make chutney, and most importantly for the future what 'road schooling or home schooling' looked like. 

We stayed in Portugal for long enough to build our little house, have another baby, and realise that the life of a rural small-holder was not for us, aged then only twenty eight. So via a few winters living on a beach in India we found ourselves back in the UK, living on a beautiful boat on the Kennet and Avon canal in Bath. 

I love England, don't get me wrong, but the weather and my innate wunderlust always had me hankering for something more, possibly warmer, and more exotic. I had been visiting Morocco and especially Marrakesh for fifteen years by then, I knew it's dusty medina like an old friend. It had always woken in me a feeling of rawness, a sensation of being truly alive, I found it both mournful and yet moments later joyful, it's cool cloistered riads calm and seductive, and the mayhem of it's souks a feast for my senses. 

It began to dawn on me that this could be our biggest adventure, now with three children and a dog. Could it be possible to purchase land, and attempt to build one of these stunning inside/outside houses? To work out what on earth we'd do about school, these would be the biggest challenges we'd ever faced. I felt totally electrified at the thought of how big this move would be. I felt so totally alive in those months we tried to prepare for something that in truth could never really be prepared for, and the day I set off with my little band of voyagers was the greatest 'hold on to and fly by the seat of your pants' type of feeling I've ever had.

What we've all learned since then, about love, family, education, what 'home' really means can not be fitted on a single page, suffice to say, I feel I have done a lifetime's personal development in a year and I'm now very well qualified to support anyone who wants to find a fearsome adventurer inside themselves. 

SAul

currently into : 
Cart Wheels
Cat noises
Kick Boxing

SEth

currently into :
Thinking
Chess 
The Sea

Soma

currently into :
Cats 
Colouring
Kicking her brothers butts

Since that wonderful life affirming morning I have lived in a number of different countries, each time arriving with little more than a desire to be there and an increasing certainty that a plan will come together. Which to date, some eighteen years later, it always has.

We arrived In Portugal with a six moth old baby boy, living a truly nomadic life in a converted horse box, a little gypsy stove to warm us in the winter and a teepee slung on the roof. We met similar folk and before long we were building an off-grid house, down a track on a piece of land we bought, with it's own water fall. Darren learned to build a house, I learned how to bake bread, make chutney, and most importantly for the future what 'road schooling or home schooling' looked like. 

We stayed in Portugal for long enough to build our little house, have another baby, and realise that the life of a rural small-holder was not for us, aged then only twenty eight. So via a few winters living on a beach in India we found our selves back in the UK, living on a beautiful boat on the Kennet and Avon canal in Bath. 

I love England, don't get me wrong, but the weather and my inate wonder lust always had me hankering for somthing more, possibly warmer, and more exotic. I had been visiting Morocco and especially Marrakesh for fifteen years by then, I knew it's dusty medina like an old friend. It had always woken in me a feeling of rawness, a sensation of being truly alive, I found it both mournful and yet moments later joyful, it's cool cloistered riads calm and seductive, and the mayhem of it's souks a feast for my senses. 

It began to dawn on me that this could be our biggest adventure, now with three children and a dog. Could it be possible to purchase land, and attempt to build one of these stunning inside/outside houses? To work out what on earth we'd do about school, these would be the biggest challenges we'd ever faced. I felt totally electrified at the thought of how big this move would be. I felt so totally alive in those months we tried to prepare for something that in truth could never really be prepared for, and the day I set off with my little band of voyagers was the greatest 'hold on to and fly by the seat of your pants' type of feeling I'v ever had.

What we've all learned since then, about love, family, education, what 'home' really means can not be fitted on a single page, suffice to say, I feel I have done a lifetime's personal development in a year and I'm now very well qualified to support any one who want to find a fearsome adventurer inside them selves. 

Since that wonderful life affirming morning I have lived in a number of different countries, each time arriving with little more than a desire to be there and an increasing certainty that a plan will come together. Which to date, some eighteen years later, it always has.

We arrived In Portugal with a six moth old baby boy, living a truly nomadic life in a converted horse box, a little gypsy stove to warm us in the winter and a teepee slung on the roof. We met similar folk and before long we were building an off-grid house, down a track on a piece of land we bought, with it's own water fall. Darren learned to build a house, I learned how to bake bread, make chutney, and most importantly for the future what 'road schooling or home schooling' looked like. 

We stayed in Portugal for long enough to build our little house, have another baby, and realise that the life of a rural small-holder was not for us, aged then only twenty eight. So via a few winters living on a beach in India we found our selves back in the UK, living on a beautiful boat on the Kennet and Avon canal in Bath. 

I love England, don't get me wrong, but the weather and my inate wonder lust always had me hankering for somthing more, possibly warmer, and more exotic. I had been visiting Morocco and especially Marrakesh for fifteen years by then, I knew it's dusty medina like an old friend. It had always woken in me a feeling of rawness, a sensation of being truly alive, I found it both mournful and yet moments later joyful, it's cool cloistered riads calm and seductive, and the mayhem of it's souks a feast for my senses. 

It began to dawn on me that this could be our biggest adventure, now with three children and a dog. Could it be possible to purchase land, and attempt to build one of these stunning inside/outside houses? To work out what on earth we'd do about school, these would be the biggest challenges we'd ever faced. I felt totally electrified at the thought of how big this move would be. I felt so totally alive in those months we tried to prepare for something that in truth could never really be prepared for, and the day I set off with my little band of voyagers was the greatest 'hold on to and fly by the seat of your pants' type of feeling I'v ever had.

What we've all learned since then, about love, family, education, what 'home' really means can not be fitted on a single page, suffice to say, I feel I have done a lifetime's personal development in a year and I'm now very well qualified to support any one who want to find a fearsome adventurer inside them selves. 

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