60 years or 21,915 days. That’s how long I’d been living here on planet earth on 3rd August this year. My lovely husband took me to a traditional Derbyshire pub. We walked, drank alcoholic beverages in the setting sun and ate well. Turning 60 was supremely tolerable.

Celebrations started the previous weekend when the girls I shared a house with back in student days, reunited as many of us are turning 60 this year. We had a truely fabulous time with cocktails, amazing food, lots of laughs and I had a whizz on Sally’s Batman bike. Those girls have provided me with a background sound track that will hopefully play on for many years.

I have one more week of work left. I’m ready for it to finish. Work gets in the way of life. We have actually been away the last 7 weekends in a row. Can’t miss out now I’m 60. Lots to do, people to see, The UK summer has delivered with many warm sunny days, other than the few days we spent walking part of the Coast to Coast path. 99% of the UK was basking in 28 degrees centigrade but a heavy mist and rain corridor dominated the path. It was the Yorkshire equivalent of the character Pig Peg in Charlie Brown. We planned to camp but the weather was so dire we retreated to an indoor pub option. It’s an easy decision to make when you’re almost 60 and not 20 anymore. 😂

I was asked one day by an eleven year old if I was 75? I wasn’t even 60 at that point!