Orwell's George Bowling set off down memory lane but I'm talking about something a bit more radical -at least until the sun goes down. Have you ever thrown it all up at a whim and cleared off alone? I've been doing it all my life in various guises. As a child I regularly played truant. I ran away from home several times and I ran away from some of the institutions the government put me in. In my late teens I remember going off alone hitch hiking with no desire to return to the humdrum of work and home. I usually went home after a day away. I still do it now but the adventure has changed. Now it's just not bothering to go to work and getting the garden done. I'm quite fortunate that I can walk out on everything because there's no one to let down. I used to just say "sod it" and clear off for a day in Cambridge alone. Sometimes I'd drive out into the Fens and wander around out to Cromer or Wells. I've not yet really done the whole 'Agatha' thing and disappeared totally for days on end. It's not just a wish for a day away or as drastic as wanting to end my life but it's something about just getting away from the routine. I'm not talking about taking a holiday or having a day out. I mean walking out on everything and starting again and never going back. I doubt I'll ever really do the full disappearing act but I still toy with the idea of just clearing off from all the responsibility of the daily grind. So, have any of you ever just left everything and gone to start a new life alone?