I’d declared Unilateral Declaration of Ownership (UDO).
Own the situation. Own the solution.
The declaration followed a head-banging moment which changed my life after sixty.
There had been labour pains, nine months before I’d made a suggestion to Mike. A Year in Four-Quarters. We would each choose two destinations and spend three months in each.
“I’ll finance it by writing a book as we go.” I could see by Mike’s expression this was going to be a hard sell. Why didn’t I shut up? He might have got curious. Nope, I launched straight into rules.
Mike hates rules.
“Only islands, off-season and no luxury destinations. I’ve chosen St Helena and Lewis in the Outer Hebrides.”
“Why would anyone want to spend three months on a wind-swept rock in the middle of the Atlantic in winter?
Ask Napoleon, he hated it”, said Mike.
“You can only get there by boat", I said. Foolish me, I know romanticism isn’t persuasive as an argument.
Mike moved on. “Do you know what winter is like in the Hebrides?”
Mike is very lame so I said archly, “Yes, it has an added benefit; if you walk into the wind, you won’t be able to fall over".
Sometimes women invest big in ideas and present them to men as small change
I'm a woman so I’d thought about this trip and the possibilities for months and months before I presented it to
Mike as AN IDEA.
Off the cuff, the idea didn't appeal and he dismissed it without a clue he had just asphyxiated a dream scenario of epic proportions. He was right of course, it would have been bloody cold in Lewis and problematic for Mike landing at St Helena by boat. And I didn't know how to write a book either.
But a spark was still smouldering.
The Universe stepped in
For reasons well beyond the scope of this blog, we ended up on an island: Waiheke Island off Auckland, New Zealand. Mike thought it was paradise and wanted us to live there for ever. Me, I got itchy feet ... Well, it was only an idea!
And I had this thing about islands … Have you ever wanted to live on an island? Which one?