There are two ways I can describe what I was up to 10 years ago; We were in our 3rd year of living in France and as you can see I was fluent enough to start driving lessons. We lived in a thriving fishing village, with beaches at either end of the v pretty port. We had a small but super close expat community - @maisondelaroche for one - and we all massively supported each other with the challenges of living abroad. The French wholeheartedly invited us into their lives - including the sacred Sunday family lunch. We ran the business from our beachside apartment with lots of can-do attitude, pre recession budgets and the marvel that was the recently launched Skype. #boardingboy was as bilingual as 4 year olds can be and I still credit his incredible eating habits to his maternelle. Ten years ago we were lonely in France. The much longed for sibling was not happening. I started driving lessons as something to keep me distracted. Business was trickling along - we lived a v simple life so money wasn’t a priority but it was too easy to coast. I had started to lose my drive and feeling a bit out of touch. With each visit to the 🇬🇧 it because harder to leave. And so - we came back. It was heartbreaking leaving - because of course we had loved our experience, but it was time.