For many years I was an avid traveller of far-flung places – basically, anywhere warmer and drier than the UK was my motto. I always favoured those warmer climes, and my passport collected stamps of places like Australia, Egypt, Tunisia, all over mainland US and Hawaii, New Zealand, China, Africa (north, east, and west), India, and much of the Near- and Middle East, plus most of Europe.
Now, I was no rich bitch cruising around on papa’s cash; just an ordinary guy in search of adventure. From the age of 12-13 saw me hitchhike, cycle and train travel much of the UK, before escaping by channel ferry in the early 80s following a bereavement and a subsequent engagement that had gone a bit skewwhiff. And so off I toddled ‘to find myself’ – dunno if I can say I ever did, by the way, but that quest kept me on the road for some three years.
I then returned to the southern shores of dear old Blighty, and eventually settled down, got hitched and found myself stuck deskbound in a semi-respectable job in a bank (after a hearty dose of BS tendered to pass the interview). For the next 15 years or so I worked my up the greasy corporate ladder, ending up in the spotty-faced world of mainframe programming and IT management, way up in Yorkshire. Flat cap, dog, motorbike, and a hilltop stone cottage built c.1750 was the order of the day…. BUT travelling was still central to my agenda. Using all my annual entitlement, plus time-off-in-the-loo, my wife and I mustered some 5-8 weeks away on yonder shores each year.
Many times we came to Turkey; not to the touristy bits, but sampling rural village life, with eventual plans to retire early in such a place – doing what hadn’t even been considered at that stage. This mixed-up lifestyle continued for over a decade, forever working 60-80 hour weeks in order to travel in our spare time.
Then life’s meaning changed.
My wife was called upstairs rather early by the big man himself, and the work/holiday lifestyle, the job, the plans… well, they all seemed a bit daft really. So faced with a crossroads (my life, not that soap with Benny), I decided to jack it all in and do something; I emigrated to Turkey, became a fruit farmer, remarried, became a middle-aged pop, naturalised as a Türk and then wandered into blogging…
My life all seemed quite ‘normal’; until I wrote it down J
To summarise; my life’s guide very much aligns with the words of a certain seagull. The image that follows is a scan of an old postcard that I have had close by me for 30 years…
Thanks for your hospitality Sarah J
UNCLE SPIKE
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Sarah says: It’s my pleasure, Uncle Spike, and thank you so much for accepting my invitation to guest here.
As an avid follower of your most entertaining blog, Uncle Spike’s Adventures, it was great to learn more about the man behind the Turkish fruit farm!
Great to be invited – love a challenge 🙂
Seriously, always good to spread ones wings and try to fly a little… or have a good flap anyway.
All the best Sarah.
SPIKE
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Great guest blog Sarah. Really enjoyed reading this Uncle Spike, you have certainly lived a very interesting and colourful life and just goes to show that even when life has other plans and pulls the proverbial rug right out from under you, it is possible to keep dreaming. Love the pic and the postcard 🙂
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Thanks Sherri… and have to agree whole-heartedly there
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What an interesting life and person. Thank you for posting!
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Where do I post that $5 ? 😀
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From having followed Uncle Spike’s blog for some time now, I’ve would say that he is a most interesting and individualistic person!
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Nice to meet you Uncle Spike, great to read about you following your dreams.
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Life isn’t much without dreams I reckon Andrea. Glad you enjoyed the post anyway. Happy Sunday and all that…
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I’m glad you followed your dreams and that your dreams followed you!! What a tale to tell!! Loved the read!!!
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Action : Reaction… Dreams : Life… all the same really I guess
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I get the feeling from your own writing, Cybele, that you’re a follower of dreams, and I know you like to travel. Am glad you loved what you read here 🙂
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What an intriguing story Spike and great that it all fell into place for you.
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Life is for living after all
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What a wonderful post, so full of LIFE.
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Thank you 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it, Jean 🙂
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Reblogged this on Uncle Spike's Adventures and commented:
Asked recently to summarize my life changing move in about 500 words, here’s my guest post on Sarah’s blog.
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so impressive and wonderful! ❤
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Life wouldn’t be much without dreams…. exactly
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I’d go as far as saying that dreams are a supremely important survival mechanism, provided some of them are realistic enough to fulfill, which Uncle Spike seems to have managed.
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wow Spike interesting stuff. thanks for sharing
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Very nice post Spike, I’m glad you were able to pick up the pieces, move on to something different and find happiness again 🙂
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Yes, Joe, he’s done well. There are so many people out there who fall apart when something tragic happens, and never put themselves back together again. He’s managed to follow a dream and, in doing so, move on.
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Yes have long admired Uncle Spike’s blog..now have discovered yours, Sarah and become a follower
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Excellent, Lilith, to link up with another Spikey fan 🙂 Thanks for following my blog, and I’ve done likewise with yours. Am looking forward to exploring it, as it looks fascinating.
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