What a canoe trip taught me about life.

Yesterday we went canoeing. It was a beautiful setting, a gentle two-hour paddle down the Dordogne past stunning cliffs, Chateaux and chocolate box villages, the weather was ideal and the kids were happy – it was a ‘perfect’ day. Libby and I in one canoe, Chris and Stanley in another, paddling away downstream. Then I caught myself. About a half an hour into the trip, I realised what I was doing

Feel the fear and do it anyway.

It’s 5.29am and I’m awake. Why? Well apart from the fact that Chris is snoring really loudly (REALLY LOUDLY!) I’m awake because I’m anxious. It’s less than two weeks until we set off and whilst part of me is excited to be heading off on an adventure, at the moment I’m more scared than anything. I keep thinking about all the things that could go wrong...