The first person to hop on the tour bus…
Meet Margery. Sixty. Scottish. Divorced with four grown up kids. Fierce. Legend. I had absolute respect for her…
I’d been worrying about being too old and out of my depth with the youngsters, she refused to care and instead drove them mad with her relentless babbling. Telling everyone in ear shot how she was travelling alone, staying in youth hostels and even going on Tinder dates.
She put me to shame.
I should not have been concerned.
“Most of the older men you meet are twice as fat as their wives and just want to sit on the sofa and watch tv…that’s not what I want!” Said Magery.
I knew then that the trip would be value for money. Turned out it was one of the highlights of my holiday.