Apart from a nagging feeling we mis-spelt the plural of “wrinkly” (add an ‘s’; make it ‘i.e.’?..) a blog of our adventure seemed an easier option than a book, so here we go,.
We visited friends in September. They live in a small village in the Languedoc region of France. We both fell hopelessly in love with the area. We were always talking about spending an extended period abroad and France seemed a perfect place to do it.: not too far away; cheap flights and we both speak a little French.
Jan didn’t have a gap year and when all the grandchildren did, and as Gary had, she thought, at the age of 77, it’s now or never. A gap year . Not between school and uni, but between old age and senility.
So plans were set in motion. We rented out our Old Folks bungalow, ordered 6 months of prescription drugs, had our car MOTd… and our bodies ….and prepared to drive across the Channel…
Some of our prescription meds for the trip. But as my friend Mandy said “Adventure or Dementia”
Wrinkleys Gap Year 