I’m sitting here at five AM, reflecting on my family’s recent journey as my partner and son sleep fitfully upstairs. After a month of planning and preparation we packed all our belongings into a trailer along with our yellow Labrador and set off for a new destination abroad. We had a dream just like Martin Luther King did. ‘Who dares wins’ they told me in the Special Air Service and we did. We dared and we worked and we failed. After six months of work and discomfort, just as we were about to launch our new project, the partners pulled the metaphorical carpet from beneath us, and pulled out.
So here I am sat in the darkness, feeling the huge responsibility of protecting my family. We’re homeless, we’re dreamless and considerably poorer as a result of this adventure. I still have hope though. READ More
