A year before the babe came on the scene, my husband and I took a three month sabbatical and went travelling. It was something we’d dreamed of and talked about doing for a long, long time, but we just didn’t think we could do it for various reasons. Money was obviously a big factor, we had some savings but that’s exactly what it was for and we were worried about spending it, just in case we needed it. What we would do with our house was another, who would look after it? And we also just assumed that our respective employer’s wouldn’t let us take the time out, especially as the husband had not long been in a new job. We put the idea away in our minds until we were finally spurred into taking the plunge after a good friend of ours Carl, tragically died from cancer. As we sat in his funeral, the Vicar read out Carls birthdate, he was only a few weeks older than the both of us. In that moment we realised, life really is too short. The next day we made the decision, we were going to do it, we were going to go travelling.