What Is Slow Travel? A Midlife Guide to Slowing Down Without Missing Out
Slow travel offers a more meaningful way to explore the world in midlife — even on a weekend break. A reflection on slowing down and travelling differently.
Slow travel offers a more meaningful way to explore the world in midlife — even on a weekend break. A reflection on slowing down and travelling differently.
When the world feels uncertain, travel doesn’t have to be all or nothing. A reflection on finding a middle ground that feels right in midlife.
A reflection on how grief in midlife led to starting a blog, travelling the world, and slowly reinventing a life in ways I never expected.
In a world that feels heavy, the return of spring offers green shoots of hope — a reminder that midlife and travel can be seasons of renewal.
For International Women’s Day, a reflection on midlife women choosing themselves — honouring desire, change, and becoming without apology.
A last-minute hotel cancellation during our self-build journey became a reminder of how midlife travel teaches flexibility and calm in the face of change.
After loss in midlife, learning to love yourself again can begin with time alone, travel, and gently rebuilding who you are becoming.
If you’ve been here a while, you’ll know what an advocate I am for solo travel. I’ve written numerous blog posts sharing my experiences – the good, the bad, and the downright ugly – packed with advice for those who might be a little more reticent about setting off alone. But lately, life has changed. I recently remarried, and with my husband newly retired, solo trips may become less frequent. Naturally, I’ve had questions: Will I still travel alone? Will my solo travel advice still be relevant?
There are few travel experiences as awe-inspiring as sailing through Norway’s fjords – except perhaps doing it aboard the legendary Queen Mary 2. As someone who once claimed I’d rather stick pins in my eyes than go on a cruise, I now find myself completely enchanted. Sailing through some of Norway’s most breathtaking landscapes on an ocean liner rich in heritage turned out to be the most magical way to spend my honeymoon.
I’ve gone on record before (more than once!) saying I’d rather stick pins in my eyes than go on a cruise.
Dramatic? Maybe. Honest? Absolutely.
For years, I’ve had strong feelings about cruising — especially after spending extended time in the Caribbean and witnessing the sudden daily invasion of massive crowds. You know the scene: thousands of people pouring off giant ships, overwhelming quiet coastal towns, and then disappearing just as fast, leaving behind a trail of takeaway wrappers, confusion, and chaos.

Welcome to my little corner of the internet, for women in midlife who feel the pull to explore — not just the world, but themselves.
I’ve been travelling for over 30 years, through seasons of joy, grief, reinvention and becoming. Travel didn’t just show me new places — it helped me find my way back to myself.
Here I share honest travel stories and reflections on courage, change and second acts.
You don’t need to be brave yet. You’re welcome exactly as you are.
Try: courage, walking, grief, becoming, solo.
Sue Where Why What is a personal, lived-experience space.
I don’t accept guest posts or generic collaborations, and I only share places and stories I genuinely trust.