Prologue: to a story that has yet to happen

It can be difficult to pinpoint the exact moment a decision is made. The impulse is hardly felt, the impetus slowly grows, things start to be done. Small and large. Large is booking the flight to go to look at properties, then back at home instructing an agent to sell our flat. Small are the acts of tidying, sorting, organising, beginning to make it all possible.
Harder still is to explain why having loved London for thirty years, why having only months earlier completed the improvements to our flat that we had waited thirteen years to be able to afford to make, and having relished them for only weeks, we suddenly wanted out, both of us. Out of London, out of jobs (my husband’s; I’m a freelance and I shall keep on doing mine).
This is the beginning, and while nothing irreversible has taken place in reality, something irreversible has taken place in our hearts. In a matter of months, all being well, we will have sold our flat and moved into a house in the eastern Algarve, in southern Portugal. My husband will have given up his stressful but quite well paid job in publishing, and will be baking bread. I will support us through my work as a freelance editor, which I hope will survive the translocation intact. As it is, I have worked with people for years in the same city whom I have not yet met, so can it make much difference if I’m further away?
This will be the story, week by week, of how it all happens.


  1. Ryan

    What a fabulous story you will have to tell! I wish you well with all of the changes that are coming your way.

  2. Sylvie

    What fantastic news… and what a fantastic looking loaf!
    I will be here every week to read all about your new life. I am so moved and proud of the two of you! Bisous.

  3. Hazel

    Great storytelling! So exciting and brave! Already looking forward to the next instalment!

  4. Vic

    This is fab!

  5. hazel

    Lovely shoes! I want some! Hope your headache (there must have been one) from the pointy bit is now a thing of the past and that the wound (yes?!) has healed. What bad luck. What good copy! Holiday homes always contain dangerous (?) things — I still haven’t forgotten the two-foot spike that stuck out of the middle of the garden at an apartment we had around 27 years ago, when our youth were very small . . .

    1. Edith (Post author)

      Dear H, no damage to skull at all. It didn’t even hurt. Most odd! Ex

  6. Nicola

    Hello – this is Nicola from T&H. I will be following your story. How wonderful. I love that huge pink bouganvillea in one of the photos. Look forward to more installments soon – Nicola x

    1. Edith (Post author)

      Hi Nicola, lovely to have you following!

  7. Veronica

    It was so good to see Christian here again; this time on our Baking for a Living course. We wish you all the best in your new venture. The blog is beautiful, Mari, and so is the bread.


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