Wonderments and Wistfulness

I have noticed another lovely benefit of it being British Summer Time now - I have a smile on my face continuously from 5pm until it gets dark. The joy of having daylight well into the evening is something that I do not expect to wear off for months yet; if it will even happen at all. I start shutting things down in my office at work and I just get this glowing feeling in my chest, as I know I will be walking to my car feeling warm, that I will be driving home through changing countryside that is bathed in sunshine, and that I can play outside with the boys, even if we wait until we've eaten.  Those awful days of 4pm darkness already seem forgotten and there is a calm, content disportment to me as I meander through life and enjoy the air around me.
I really do think my long-term plan might have to be emigration. I imagine it's testicle-twistingly difficult now in these post-Brexit, wagon-circling, 'America (or other appropriate country name) First' times, but I'd still like to have it dangling out there as an option for Future Rory. The thought that I might have these almost-20-Celsius days as the norm, rather than a rare treat, is one that fills me with great hope and ambition. And I work in an industry that might make it possible. I am, after all, a manager in the tourism trade. It might only be for a small holiday company in Suffolk, but I'm doing it. And surely those skills can be transferred to any location around the world where people like to go on holiday? Is it really against the realms of possibility that I could relocate to somewhere popular with British visitors and be successful work-wise? I think not, and I will be taking active steps to look into it....

RC 11-4-25