ONE LIFE

04/11/2026

I don’t really follow the news much.

Andy and I both try to stay away from the scaremongering and the misinformation that comes with it. But some things recently we just couldn’t ignore.

The train crash in Spain, and it’s not the only one this year. It doesn’t matter that we live here, it touches lives all over the world, but it's hit us and our neighbours hard.

Then the private jet crash in Florida, with the devastating words from that poor young pilot in her final moments. Before we moved to Spain, Andy and I owned shares in an aircraft in Jersey. We spent so many hours in the air, and some of the happiest, most joyful times of our lives were in that plane. So that one is very close to home for both of us.

This week I could write about how things got on top of me at work and where that led, but Andy and I both stepped back, and we kept coming back to what always sounds like a cliché...

Life really is too short and fragile, and none of us knows what’s around the corner.

I rarely ever talk about politics, and I’m not going to get into it now. But we were talking this afternoon about what may be shifting in America, and for the first time in a while we felt a glimmer of hope for everyone. One foot out of the darkness and into the light, maybe?

When I say how lucky I am to be where I am now, I know a lot of people are in a very different place, and that it isn’t always easy to make a change and do something different. I haven’t forgotten that.

There’s nothing more to say, really, this is just where we are and how we feel. We always try to be upbeat and see the bright side, but sometimes the words go missing.

So just know that whatever happens, there is hope.

And in these days, why don't we just start being a little kinder to each other?

Because without wanting to sound like one of those clichés, it really is a case of carpe diem.

Jules 😘

30/10/2026

We’ve just spent 24 hours in Vejer de la Frontera.

No booking leave. No checking whether we could both get the day off. No planning and no asking permission.

We still have work to do, so we’ll probably make it up over the weekend, but we looked at each other and thought, “Why the hell not?”

Six years ago, a day like this would have felt impossible. We’d have been counting down to the next holiday and calling a quick break away a luxury.

Now it’s just something we can do.

We’re not saying this to show off. We’re saying it because we’re so grateful we made the changes we did. They gave us the freedom to take a day like this, and we'll never take that for granted.

If you’re wondering whether a life like this could be possible for you, there’s a free guide in our Intro.

19/10/2026

Breakfast, lunch or dinner?

There’s a cheeky little place, only 10 minutes walk from home, that serves some of the tastiest tapas you’ll ever try.

Saturday was one of those average weather kind of days, so Jules suggested we head back to El Laul for a glass of fino and a small bite.

When these little gems were served up, we didn’t know if we were still on the breakfast menu.

Apparently not 😋

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Minicruasan Picante con Codillo de Cerdo al Curri Delhi y Manzana Asada.)

(Spicy mini croissant with pork knuckle curry delhi and roasted apple)

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Brioche de Costilla de Angus a baja temperatura con Emulsion de Pera y Queso Parmesano.

(Angus rib brioche at low temperature with pear emulsion and parmesan cheese)

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See you here?

Andy 🙌

15/10/2026

Andy and I call it the Creep.

No, not that weird bloke in accounts.

The slow build-up of things you do out of routine that no longer fit your life now.

You don’t really notice them; they just compound into an average life.

One day looks like the next, and before you know it, your life is running on autopilot.

By then, you don’t really know what you want or what you’d change.

You just think, “Well, I guess this is it now; this is what we do over 50.”

That’s the Creep.

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Andy watched it for 10 years.

He could see my life slowly change from the vibrant person I was to the worn-out, hard-working people-pleaser I'd become. A slave to the system, working my fingers to the bone in hope of a pension and retirement in 15 years' time.

On the first day of our last holiday in Spain, he took the picture of me on the left. He didn’t show it to me until 10 days later when we were sat in a bar in Valencia, contemplating the hideous return home.

I’d been on my phone, counting down the days to our next holiday, and working Airbnb to within an inch of its life.

I was completely flat about going back, but I just couldn’t see a way out.

“I think I’ve found a villa in Italy for September, but I’ll need to check the holiday rota when I get back,” I said, handing him the listing.

He’d seen this scenario a thousand times, me looking for my next escape.

Instead of looking at my phone, he said, “Why don’t we turn it on its head? Why don’t we create a life we don’t need a holiday from?”

That’s when he showed me the picture he took of me on the first day.

It was the first time I’d ever considered that something different might be possible.

I didn’t know what different looked like yet, but I knew I no longer wanted to go back to the life I had.

We left the Creep in the bar and went off to make a plan.

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📌 PS: If you’re over 50 and feeling the Creep, check the first comment.

Jules 😘

12/10/2026

Six years ago this weekend, we left Jersey for a new life in Spain. Well, we tried to.

The ferry had already been cancelled several times. Our fully packed car died two days before we were due to leave, so Andy found a brand new one in 48 hours, which meant we were heading to a new country with no registration documents. Then, at the terminal, nobody could tell us whether the boat would actually sail that night. If it didn't, it might not go for another week, if at all.

It sailed, with 30 of us on a ferry built for 300, all shoved into one corner under signs telling us not to sit together. We drove off in France to find no customs and no immigration, just a ghost town. Then lockdowns started rolling across Europe by the hour, and Bilbao, where we were meant to stay the next night, shut down too.

We've just recorded the whole story for our YouTube channel, six years to the day. If you've been waiting for the right time to change things, it might be worth a watch. There was no right time for us either. We went anyway, and we've never looked back.

The link to the full video is in the first comment.

10/10/2026

08/10/2026

Afternoon, you lovely lot 🤩

Imagine this...

It's Friday afternoon, you're leaving for a new life on Sunday, the car is packed, and you're ready to go.

Then on the way to meet your lovely wife for a final celebratory b**r, the car coughs, splutters and dies. And I mean, dead as the proverbial doornail.

That was us six years ago. And said lovely wife, Jules, gave me 24 hours to find a new motor - or she wasn't leaving, ever.

Did we do it?

Find out in our latest vid on our YouTube Channel.

Link in the first comment 👇

📌 PS: If you're feeling a big stuck over 50, comment "stuck" and we'll send you something that might just help 🙂

05/10/2026

I nearly bought this. I was nearly an idiot.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Porsche; I actually had one at the time, which was cheap and lots of fun, but I thought I needed an upgrade.

I was wrong. I was trying to make myself feel better.

What I actually needed was a simpler life, not more expensive toys that mean nothing in the scheme of things.

I just didn't know it then.

That's the problem with leading an unfulfilled life: you start papering over the cracks with things that 'make you feel better'.

We had the Porsche, the plane, and we were flying around the world business class to holidays we had to come back from, and neither of us was really happy.

And now? Our life is incredibly simple.

We live in a modest townhouse 90 seconds from the beach, overlooking the bay of Cadiz.

We work 4 hours a day with the best clients in the world, and if you were here with us today, you'd find us doing that in T-shirts, faded shorts and flip-flops.

I didn't need another supercar; I needed a super simple life.

Job done.

But this post isn't about me; it's about you.

Is your life where you want it to be? If not, are you overcomplicating it instead of getting rid of the things that don't really matter?

Maybe I'm becoming a bit of an ageing hippie, but I'll tell you what: for me, simple wins every time.

Right, I'm off to the shop on my scooter...

Andy ❤️

30/09/2026

At 25 I got on a plane to New York with a suitcase and a contact number.

I had no green card, no plan, and absolutely no idea what happened next.

To be honest, I didn't think twice.

That was me back then. Living in Austria at 19, America at 25, round-the-world tickets, travelling solo through Australia, South America, South Africa, Asia.

I felt completely fearless. If something excited me, I just went.

Then somewhere along the way, that woman disappeared.

Not dramatically, just gradually. The career, mortgage, responsibilities, expectations and life.

By 50, I had the kind of life that looks great from the outside and quietly wears you down from the inside.

Andy and I had all the toys. Nice cars, lovely holidays, all the trappings of a life well lived.

But I was exhausted, stressed, and running on empty, and my doctor had just told me I was heading for a heart attack or stroke.

Something had to change.

Andy has always said it simply: Change nothing, and nothing changes.

He was right.

So we changed everything. We packed up our lives, headed south, and started again in southern Spain.

And somewhere between the sunshine, the slower pace and the space to actually breathe, I found her again.

The woman who got on a plane to New York with nothing but a suitcase and a contact number.

She was there all along; she just needed a change of environment to come back out.

The biggest lesson for me in all this? It’s never too late to bloom again.

So, a question for you ladies...

When did you last feel like the most fearless version of yourself, and if it’s been too long, what's burying you?

28/09/2026

How’s your Monday going, folks?

Let us know where you are and what you’re up to.

7 years ago, Jules would have been sitting at her desk, in her crappy corporate job, wishing she was somewhere else.

Today she is somewhere else - and loving every Monday that life throws at us.

If you’re over 50 and feeling a bit stuck, jump over to onelifers.com/stuck

One life my friends, that’s all we’ve got - don’t waste it in a place you don’t want to be.