I’ve always been a bit of a vagabond. At 18 I set off for a summer job in Spain and didn’t come back for five years!
I spent my summers learning Spanish from the locals, swimming in crystal clear waters, watching hazy sunsets and helping drunk English people find their hotel rooms.
In the winter I went snowboarding every day, practised my German over way too much gluhwein, photographed stunning mountain vistas and helped drunk English people find their hotel rooms.
I was lucky enough to live in Italy, Austria, Spain, Ibiza, the Canaries and and the French Alps, until deciding to play at being an adult for a bit and moving to London to work in Silicone Roundabout’s tech startup scene.
I worked for some brilliant companies and got good at wearing suits and walking quickly at rush hour and being angry at people for no reason.
I thought about buying a house in London, but then I remembered I wasn’t a Russian oil baron or a premier league footballer so I bought a leaky old steel boat instead. It was my transport and my home, and it suited me perfectly.
I spent my spare time learning about engines and bilge pumps and pulling everything apart then working out how to (sort of) put it back together again. After a few years of this I became pretty handy on a boat, which has paid off well on our sailing adventures!
I’d been living on boaty for two years when I met Emily, and when she didn’t run a mile from my floating building site slash crack den I knew she was the one. She joined me for evenings and weekends of ripping out joinery and grinding back rust, and didn’t complain (too much!)
Luckily she’s also pretty great at life and I’m pleased as pie that she wants to travel the world with me.