Perhaps badly expressed but with me it has been fear of flying.
I know it has limited my life and experiences.
Presently on GN so many of you have been or are going on lovely holidays and I am so envious.
I have flown quite a few times but the anticipation for weeks before and then the thought of having to fly back has spoilt things.
Fortunately my H was not the sort of man who missed it.
He was happy with walking holidays in this country and frankly enjoyed anything as long as I did all the planning.
He retired at 55 and we could have had lovely adventures if only I could have overcome my fears.
Do any of you have regrets like this?
What was directly across the road from the school you went to?
