L ying on my sunlounger, I turned to smile at my hubby Eric, 54.
He was beside me, also lapping up the sun while our daughters splashed about in the pool.
‘We should retire here,’ Eric sighed happily.
We’d been coming to Turkey for years.
And our girls, Grace, 11, and Eve, 8, loved it.
I envisaged us escaping the long British winters once the girls had grown up.
It seemed like a dream.
But we’d always worked hard. There was no reason we couldn’t make it happen.
Eric was a painter and decorator and I worked at a law firm.
Life was busy, but we always made sure we had quality family time.
We’d go walking in the Peak District. And Eric, a keen cyclist, would take the girls…
