What makes a couple of middle aged, career civil servants want to step off the promotional ladder; abandon job security, good incomes, friends, family and their cat to move from the UK to a small island off the coast of West Africa?
Looking back, it’s hard to pinpoint that moment when the daydreaming, the alcohol-fuelled conversation and the fantasizing turned the corner between speculation and reality. Like a slow leak, drips had begun to appear in the canvas of our busy lives and as the months passed by, the drips became a dribble, then a trickle and before we fully realised what was happening, we were being carried on a tide of change that washed away everything we had ever known and deposited us in the Canary Islands with no jobs, no income, no prospects and not a clue what anyone was saying.