It’s been a busy old couple of years. Since January 2021, I got engaged, we sold our draughty old Yorkshire farmhouse, got married, threw away a lot of junk, packed a van and moved to the French Pyrenees. In the last 12 months, I’ve had an extreme version of the situation everyone finds themselves in when they move somewhere new, namely: what day do the bins go out, what day is the hardware shop open and… where are the good mountain bike trails? Only in French.