Driving back to her flat, Billie pondered for the umpteenth time what she might do next. It was exciting considering the possibilities, but also a little daunting to have so many choices. Since her divorce had been finalised the previous year and she had taken voluntary redundancy from her job as a university lecturer to look after her dad, her life had been somewhat in limbo. But now she was completely free. With her modest redundancy payment and her share of the proceeds from the marital home, she could even afford not to work for a while. There would be little left from the sale of Honeyhill Road as she had persuaded her parents to take advantage of an equity release scheme to supplement their meagre pensions, but even so, there was enough in her bank account to finance a modest sabbatical. Maybe she could go travelling – take a gap year. She grinned at the thought of backpacking around Australia in a pair of shorts and hiking boots. Glamping for a week in Dorset was probably more realistic – and definitely more comfortable at her age.