70 is not old!

I recently turned 70, which I guess I have to accept is the start of old age. But a 48 mile sponsored bike ride, visiting some 26 churches around East Suffolk reassured me that old age for me is not how I imagined it would be when I was young.

Of my two grandfathers, one died at the age of 58, and the other 72, by which time he was a portly old man, who always wore a waistcoat with a fob watch on a chain in its pocket. My father died at the age of 55 and with this family history, I work hard on my fitness and physical health.

Perhaps most important of all, is that I believe that life is to be lived rather than endured, so am now comfortably settled into my new career as a non-fiction author, Retirement, and the loss of connection and purpose it can bring, is something I plan to avoid, and many authors continue to write until they die.