I packed in full time work aged 42, mainly as planning your life around a funny book by Douglas Adams seemed just as valid as anything else. No big planning process or anything, just seemed so obviously the right thing to do. No regrets, feel so much lighter not having a house with a loft full of rubbish half of which I couldn't remember buying and certainly didn't need. And bills! Remember them? Plan was to drift south and see what happened. Seems to be going rather well. I'm south and things happen. After a couple of years away the term "retired" doesn't mean very much, if you feel the need to work then find some otherwise have the rest of the year off. Funds allowing of course. But then I don't have kids so i can do what I want. I suppose I'm hugely lucky in that after too many years as a rigger in the entertainment business I can pretty much pick and choose the more interesting jobs if i feel the need to work. But hugely lucky tonight means Ive been off site on a car launch in Germany for about 3 hours since last saturday morning and it must be tuesday by now. Singlehanding does have advantages in learning how to cat nap for days on end. And I agree with Nick to an extent as well, anything can become normal after a while. I find getting away from the boat for a bit of work and a few beers with some old friends now and again makes you appreciate it so much more when you get back. And boy I'm going to appreciate those Dorada and Rioja when I get back. Germany might make some fine beer but pork and cabbage looses it's appeal quite rapidly.