Our road to Winters End which we're still on has been very long. Twenty five years to be precise.
It has been emotional, often painful, with sharp corners and many hills to climb. More than once we have thought we were in sight of our 'home', and more than once our dreams have been cruelly smashed before us.
Even though I now believe we are on the final track, I find it very difficult to come to terms with what has been our misfortune all these years. Since marrying we have lived in three rented properties. Each time supposedly only for a short while. The years gone by tell a different story, one that hopefully little by little I will come to terms with, but as I've said, it has been a painful journey.
To the future then.