As I trace my family tree, one thread is clearly obvious. My Granny went to America in the 1920's, my mother went to London in the late 1950's and I went to London in the mid 80's. We all went looking for work. None of us left in search of a big adventure or to explore the world. Each one of us left because of necessity and the lack of opportunity at home. When I left home I was deeply aware of being one of a long line of women (and men) who, in spite of their fear, embraced a whole new life and way of living. 'Taking the boat' was made easier for me by the knowledge that I was not the first and would probably not be the last. My mother and grandmother had been able to come back home and maybe I would too. My mother and grandmother had survived a world of strangers and so would I.