Since I started this little trip, there’s been one word that everyone has thrown at me: Brexit.

It hasn’t mattered where the person asking me has been from; Netherlands, France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Czech Republic, even Luxembourg.
They’ve all asked, “Brexit, why?”

“You are the ones that talk sense and keep the others in line!” a Dutch chap from Eindhoven said to me last Saturday.

Until now I hadn’t realised just how much the UK presence in the European Union has been valued.

This morning I woke to the news that the UK Referendum has been “won” by those who wish my country to leave the EU.

On Italian media today there is a real sense of shock and a fear of what will happen next. They’re not the only ones!

I’d like to stress that I did take part in the process, I had a postal vote knowing that I would be out of the country.

Oh well, just as the future was looking so good.

I suppose that’s what you get for not spending adequately on education for the last seven decades.

Catch you soon.

Dookes

PS I’m not sure whether to become French or get the next plane to Canada!