My honeymoon – like quite alot of things in my life – is mildly unconventional.
For a start, I am leaving ahead of my groom (by two weeks). Though we are rendezvous-ing. In south west France.
But it is timely. Not least because we have been married for nearly twenty years.
But also because we have both reached Outpost Burnout.
Getting away, a long, long way away, seemed prudent.
A bientot x