Probably March or April next year, depending on the exact date I'll be either 47 or 48. I'll bum around for a bit, then decide whether to go home to Shetland, or stay doon sooth and maybe do something part time for Guinness money. With the injuries I've accumulated while doing my jobs in the service of the Queen (broken foot in the Army, which gives me minor grief, and a broken elbow patched together with Ti acquired in the Dibble, which causes me considerable grief) it'd be difficult to carry on, and I don't intend to wait to be dumped on the street with no compensation or recourse if/when Winsor gets his way.
I'll spend a bit more time on SAR work I think.