It has become fashionable of late to regard almost any change in life style that involves receiving less, or no pay as a perk of what has been labelled ‘downshifting’. Volumes have now been written on the subject and much of this has been written by authors who, with the backing of money have dipped their toes into the fast flowing and shark ridden waters of a major lifestyle change overseas, realised what they were missing and rushed back to the secure and cosy fold of a well-paid job.
As our house building project progressed, it became rapidly obvious that the general rule of estimating expenditure and then doubling the figure was wrong. By the time we had put the poles up and covered and retiled the roof, and enlarged and roofed the chicken house, we were running at estimate x 4
This diary tells the ups and downs, triumphs and tragedies and daily routines of a typical overseas downshifting couple which grew into a downshifting family. All of it is true and it all began in November 1993 when my wife Anna and I left the UK for a small cottage in the Spanish hills.