My husband and I (and two children) were living in Cambridgeshire and all was going reasonably well. We had just built ourselves a lovely home, my husband had a good job, and I was on maternity leave from my job at the local college.
Thinks started to go a little wrong. My husband's job was starting to be very demanding. The hours were dreadful, the pressure on him was starting to take its toll. He looked positively grey. I could tell that something would have to give - and it wasn't going to be his health.
To top it all off we had some complications with our new house. Out next door neighbour declared a boundary dispute and in order to sell our house we were going to have to engage a good solicitor. As you can imagine it really soured living in out beautiful house (and my husband wasn't even around to enjoy it anyway).
We made the decision we were going to leave Cambridgeshire and relocate to Devon. My husband started looking around for jobs and decided to leave his current one. We decided that we needed a plan in case he couldn't find another job. His friend had also left my husband's place of work and set up a meat company - he encouraged us to do the same (although in a different part of the country!)
The Riviera Meat Company Ltd was born.
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