Margie checked out the possibilities of a transfer, still within Wyevale, and by the end of the year we were looking at the possibility of selling up in Weymouth, and moving north. Hereford, Wyevale's headquarters, looked favourite, until Mark and Gloesha came for a weekend visit. Out came the best whisky, followed by a quick re-think about where we wanted to live. Meanwhile, the wheels were put in motion for Paul to retire early, on medical grounds.
Nothing happens quickly within the civil service, and the coastguard was no exception.
Eventually, we sold up in Weymouth and moved to Daventry at the end of March. The new house is on the outskirts of Daventry, about 15 minutes from Margie's work, and only 10 minutes drive from Mark, Gloesha, and the new grandson, Oskar. After settling into a nice big house in Byfield, half way between Banbury and Daventry, Gloesha got her second degree at Warwick University, and Mark settled into his new job as a business analyst, working with computer networks. Then one evening, it seems a decision was made to see if it was very difficult to make Gloesha pregnant. In case anyone is curious, Oskar is spelled with a 'k' the Swedish way, as Gloesha had a grandmother who was apparently half Swedish.