Retirement Values

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Whilst staying on Santorini last week, Mister E and I spotted this sign. I reproduce it here because it accurately sums up so many of the values that I have adopted and how we seek to live our retirement.

(With thanks to Tranquilo at Perissa, Santorini)


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