So there we were, B and I, sitting on the terrace, with a glass of something bubbly, looking at the view and thinking: "isn't it a shame that holidays only last two weeks".
And B, whose father was (and is, at 69 and three quarters) self-employed and who therefore took holidays to suit him and the family more than the rest of us generally can, said "I think I'm entitled to a sabbatical at some point. We could have a long holiday then."
And I said: "Let's not have a holiday. Let's have an adventure. I'd love to have an adventure".
Which is sort of true and sort of not, because although this idea is mere weeks old and probably years off, I'm already worrying about all the practicalities. And grinning every time I think about all the possibilities.
Because I really think we might do it. Pack ourselves, our lives and our children up and go.
Well, that's the thing. We have a tentative plan, to be slightly less tentative soon, but for the moment (until next week at least) I'm keeping it under wraps in case it doesn't come off at all.
But I'd love to know:
Where would you go? You've got the world. And four children. And six months or so.
Money (because this is entirely hypothetical at the moment) no object.
Where should we go?