No, Albert was my first, 2013, and we arrived via a circuitous route.
I had just become a Granny, was mostly living in London, but also sharing dogs, home and lots of other things with my Sister who lived in the most rural part of very rural Somerset. Three days there and I would be going stir crazy and heading back on the first train to London.
Well, we both became Grandparents around the same time, all our family was living on the South coast, I was recovering from cancer and determined to retire again - properly this time, about my 5th attempt, so Jo and I decided to sell our respective bits of real estate and share a house on the South coast.
She had one stipulation: "Get out of my hair for at least two days a week... give me a break!".... so I dreamed up a two year project to keep me busy and bought a camper to allow that project to be realised
4 years on and I will never ever be without a camper, and, as for Mrs "give me a break". ..... she insisted that I put a towbar on the camper so that she can come with me towing a caravan for her to live in