(Or what Osama Bin Laden, Steve Jobs and Mother Theresa have in common)
Everything has a beginning, and the beginning is often happening long before you’ve become aware of its presence. A few sleepless nights might have spun Steve Jobs' head into what eventually became Apple. Mother Theresa will have had India on her mind long before the arrival to Calcutta, and never mind the big explosions that must have been playing on Osama Bin Laden's retina a while before those planes crashed.
My point is: I’m here, but I haven’t always been and I’m not quite sure of when it all started.
At the moment I’m in England, Cumbria, the Lake District, in what some call Paradise and I call a giant playground for grown-ups. Some really dear friends of mine are living here, with an urge to embrace life, escape the rat race and make muesli. Somehow they’ve managed to combine these three things. I respect that. And I’m thrilled to be exploring and challenging myself to do something similar.
But in my own kind of way.
By the way, I’m Julia, a 26 year old woman of Swedish origin who loves miniature everythings, Nigel and the sea. And I’m not sure about what kind of beginning this is, or even when it started, but I’m sure it’s happening right now. Maybe I can trace it back to Tim's last visit to Sweden, a 48 hour marathon of top class conversation and bivvying by the sea and the birth of the idea of helping out a bit with Lakeland Mues during the summer, because it so happened, that I went to the UK, and somehow the idea of something bigger, something more was being born in the middle of packaging and selling.