Sorry about the quietness this end. Here’s a bit of an update:
So, we left Thailand on 31st July 2018. When we first arrived we stayed at my mum’s in Framlingham, and bought another Zafira (we loved the other one so much).
We floated somewhat aimlessly around the UK for a few months, saying hello to people and staying with family members while we tried to find somewhere to rent. Suffolk was way too expensive, as were some other areas of the country, so we eventually ended up renting a farmhouse about four miles east of Carlisle. It was a lovely house – particularly so on that first lovely day when we saw it – so we loved it and moved in happily. Then it got colder. This was a very nice house, but was a listed building, so no double glazing or anything fancy like that. It had a huge and expensive central heating system which was pretty much useless, as you could see the draughts, never mind feel them. It was quite a warm winter, by all accounts, but to us it was cold, wet and hideously expensive. I stupidly broke my wrist so couldn’t do much work.

Henry also hunted for jobs but to no avail – too old, I suspect – although one online site suggested that he would be ideal as a trainee dentist’s assistant in the town of Lewes in Sussex. Somehow we felt that it was a bit too far to commute.
Our spirits were rapidly sinking, and we were dreaming of a return to Thailand, but somehow were unsure if that was a good idea – chasing ghosts rarely works – so what else to do? Then, one cold evening, we found ourselves in a pub (a rarity, I can assure you, as the price of a pint in the UK is now illegal!) wondering what next, when I simply said ‘Spain’. Henry grinned and started laughing and we drove home in fine moods and started that ball rolling. We flew out there on a quick recce and found a town we liked so the decision was made.
So it was that on the 20th April 2019 we packed our lives in to our faithful Vauxhall Zafira until it would take no more – there wasn’t even room left for a toothbrush – and drove away from our lovely, cold and expensive house near Carlisle, up to Scotland to say farewell to Henry’s mother, and then down to Northumberland to say farewell to his sister, and thence down to Suffolk to see my family. From there we drove to Devon to Henry’s brother, and thence to Plymouth to catch a ferry to Santander in northern Spain. A nine-hour drive later, we arrived here in Arcos de la Frontera – a lovely town on a rock near enough to a beach, if you like that sort of thing, but not near enough to be flooded with tourists. It’s on the Atlantic side of Spain, so has reasonable weather almost all year round – even in the height of summer there’s always a breeze, and in the height of winter there is always the same breeze off the ocean that stops things from getting too cold. It’s lovely. A few Brits and other foreigners here, but not many, and certainly not enough to upset the locals who are some of the kindest people on the earth. We’re happy.
We have rented a small flat here in the town, which suits us down to the ground. We have calculated that just by being here, we are saving £750 per month just on rent and council tax. The sun shines pretty much every day and the locals are super-friendly. What’s not to like?! We’ve been back to the UK a couple of times – once to sell the trusty Zafira and once to keep my mother happy over New Year.
Henry goes to ‘school’ four times a week, swinging his satchel and whistling at the girls at the bus stops. The Spanish government finances free Spanish classes for anyone who wants them. Henry did ‘O’ level Spanish, so his language skills just needed re-awakening, but the level was a bit too high for me. I’m starting from zero, so I’m spending my lock-down time learning as much as I can, so that I can join the classes when they start them again. I also do a little bit of English teaching for our landlord’s children – 6-year-old twin girls (identical!!!), and an eleven-year-old boy. It gives me something to do, and the pocket money is handy.
We absolutely love it here, and have no intention of living full-time back in the UK. We have done all the legal residency bits here which means that as Henry is now an OAP he qualifies for full medical care, and as I am his dutiful wife I also get it (v. important when we get a bit older). We find the Spanish not dissimilar to Thais in many ways. Any excuse for a fiesta… And, when we feel like it, a quick flight from Jerez airport (20kms up the road) means that we can cheaply zip back to the UK to see folks.
