My dearest readers, before I launch into the fabulous world of travelling alone as a mature woman, let me clarify one thing: age, like the pounds we’ve added over the years, is merely a number. And like those extra pounds, they are the result of fabulous dinners, hearty laughs, and too many cocktails. But who’s counting?

So, let’s start with the packing. Youngsters nowadays ramble about ‘minimalism’. I mean, how many pairs of shoes does one need for a 7-day trip? If you said seven, you’re absolutely right. Plus, two extras, just in case! I’m not suggesting you lug a huge suitcase around; I’m merely pointing out that those 9 pairs are crucial. Remember, it’s not overpacking, it’s just being prepared!

Every place has a dodgy corner. Even a living room is a death trap in the dark (looking at you rogue pet toys and Lego pieces from visiting grandkids). But should that stop you from exploring? Absolutely not. The world is as dangerous as you believe it to be. That said; use your age-honed intuition, always check reviews (government warnings), maybe pick up a self-defence move or two (because, why not?), and you’re good to go.

Tea – You never know when you’ll need a good brew.

Travel Insurance – It’s like the comfortable underwear of travel. You hope you never have to show it, but it feels good knowing it’s there.

Tiara – For the times when the world needs reminding that you’re royalty. Failing that a Travel Agent on speed dial to sort out those tricky situations like missed flights, over booked hotel rooms and lost luggage.

Smartphones, tablets, smartwatches… smartypants? Listen, technology is great for staying connected, navigating cities, and taking photos. But if you spend more time talking to Siri than the lovely French baker, or trying to connect to Wi-Fi than connecting with the soul of a place, you might want to rethink your priorities. Those digital tracking thingies are also handy to stick in or on anything a pick-pocket might take a fancy to.

Always remember, strangers are just friends you haven’t met, or accomplices in your next epic adventure. Don’t shy away from striking up conversations. Sharing a story from the ’70s might just earn you a round of drinks or a secret local tip.

They say love is the universal language. I beg to differ. A well-timed sarcastic comment can bridge any cultural gap, and trust me, by our age, we’ve perfected that art.

It’s a cliché, I know. But, remember when you could only travel from the kitchen to the living room without someone crying for attention? Savour your freedom. Enjoy the beauty, the sounds, the tastes. Get lost – not too lost, mind you, remember point 2 – but enough to discover something new.

Darlings, travelling solo as an older woman is not about proving anything to the world. It’s about enjoying the world and proving to ourselves that we can still be fabulously adventurous. So slap on that sunscreen, pack those extra shoes, and take on the world, one joyous stopover at a time!