Last February we spent a month sailing around the Grenadines. We were celebrating our silver wedding anniversary. When we returned to St Lucia we met up with some people that we had partied with before we set off. They were eager to hear about our time sailing around the islands and before too long we were saying that we had fallen in love with place and would definitely be back to sail later in the year, when someone said why don't you just move here. At the time it seemed laughable but over night the idea started to grow and niggle away and by the morning we were both thinking that it was worth looking into. We soon found ourselves trekking through undergrowth looking at plots of land that were for sale. We had 6 hours before our flight back to UK and in that time we saw a view to die for, hugged a mango tree and imagined a lifestyle that would be perfect and decided it could be done but we would at least go home and think about it rationally for 48 hrs.
It is fair to say that we rushed head long into the whole thing, dizzy with excitement and full of ideas and plans.