[tweetmeme source=”@mummy_t” only_single=false]My son and I set out to travel the world together in January. I’d imagined many wonderful things about the journey. What I hadn’t imagined is the sheer quality and quantity of time together.
Or, for that matter, the absolute, unalloyed luxury of starting every single day with a complete free rein.
Where shall we go today? What shall we do? What shall we see?
All, as it happens, for less than the rent or mortgage on a one-bedroom London flat. Continue reading