Chapter One
One — Just Billy
If you are expecting some polished businessman story about private jets, Ferraris and becoming a millionaire by twenty-five, you are definitely in the wrong place.
That is not me. I am just Billy. A Scottish bloke who worked hard, made mistakes, got a few things right, got a few things badly wrong and somehow ended up building a life in Tobago that, if I am honest, thirteen-year-old me would never have believed.
At that age life revolved around sport, football, girls, winding my mum up and trying to avoid getting shouted at for whatever stupid thing me and my brother had just done. Like most people when they are young, I assumed life would somehow just work itself out. For a while, it even looked like it had. There was young love, marriage at twenty, children, offshore work in the North Sea, decent money and the sort of ordinary life that quietly makes you think: ‘Aye… this is alright.’
Of course, life has a habit of changing direction without asking permission. Sometimes slowly. Sometimes all at once.
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