Samuel Johnson famously said, “When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life”. OK, not the most original way to start a blog post about fucking-off from London, but it’ll do.
In fairness, after many years of living and working in London, I wasn’t tired of life but I was tired of ridiculously expensive accommodation, overcrowded public transport, congested roads, angry, selfish and uptight people, pollution, not having a garden, extortionate childcare and education costs, and the countless other downsides that come with living in one of the world’s great cities.
And, to be honest, I was a bit grumpy having to admit I was one of the people I’d moaned about contributing to things in the last paragraph.
So, when the opportunity arose in 2015 to take some time out and move to Barbados with my young daughter, my wife and I didn’t spend too long to reaching a decision.
Within 4 months of the initial “I know this sounds crazy, but just hear me out..” idea, we’d left our established lives in west London behind and embarked on a new adventure in the Caribbean.
Possibly not the best career moves, but fuck it!