“Hey!” said Friend’s voice on the end of the phone.
“Althea! You have to come and have a look at this little farm that’s up for sale. It’s perfect for you and your girls. Can you come this weekend?”
As you can tell, Friend was not one for mucking about.
And so a new MIDDEMOST began. A MIDDELMOST I never imagined would ever come true. A MIDDELMOST that required the stars and the moon and a strange set of circumstances to line up, and a MIDDELMOST that needed a huge leap of faith mixed with a huge bit of madness for it to even be contemplated as something that could happen.
But it did – and this is the journey.