Well once my feet had healed enough for me to walk around a little I got to explore Sarajevo and I absolutely loved it. I can’t even say exactly why but I loved it so much I’m seriously considering moving there!

I’ve been lying on a Croatian beach for the past week so maybe the sun and the lager has gone to my head but I’ve been thinking about lots of things. Mostly things that I have thought about before but I’ve been thinking about them in more detail.

The first is that in my line of work it makes no difference where I live. I haven’t even met most of my clients and my two biggest on-going jobs are both on the pacific coast. So why am I moving to London? I may as well go and live in Oslo while I’m at it! I met a guy from Sheffield a few days ago who used to live in London doing video design of some kind. He now lives in Ljubliana, does all his work over the internet, flies back to the UK for nothing with easyJet every now and then, and goes on trips to Croatian islands with his Slovenian friends when the fancy takes him. I’ll have what he’s having!

The second is the idea I had last summer of buying a piece of land near the sea and setting up a hippy campsite/permanent festival. We’ve just been camping on a little illegal (i.e. free) campsite on the island of Vis in Croatia. It’s about 15 minutes walk along the coast from Komiza which is a little village on the far side of the island from the main town - also called Vis. As if that wasn’t enough the neighbouring beach has a bar serving ice-cold bottles of Karlovacko beer and, occasionally, mouth-wateringly tender tuna steaks barbecued to perfection. During the day they feature a neverending playlist of soothing Cafe del Mar tunes and at night it gets a bit harder with DJs playing until 4am. That, at least, is the idea. Tomas, the owner, took a fancy to us - largely thanks to Rob’s charm and perpetual eagerness to help - and, when he wasn’t giving us free mussels or retrieving my stolen iPod, explained how it was his first year running the place and things weren’t quite running to his vision.

Well they weren’t quite running to mine either and I got back to thinking how I would do it. I’m telling you: it would be fine as f…ish.

So we’re on the move again. In Split waiting for the ferry to Italy. Best get back or the others will wonder where I’ve got to.