Radical change

For thirty years not counting the last, my life revolved around a bar, the people and the music within in a little village 'lost' in the Breton countryside, not walking more than the length of the bar for hours, days, weeks, months & years on end till 1am; in just the last two days I have found the time to drive around Cymru/Wales figuratively and and parts of Breizh/Brittany literally; 'I returned to Wales' in the company of  S.P.B. Mais, 'bought a mountain' in Eryri/Snowdonia with Thomas Firbank, shook hands with old and new acquaintances in Roazhon/Rennes, had a panoramic view of the port in Dinan, and set up my stall in villages many miles apart, the change has been radical; my muscles lungs and brain have been re-educated so that I can once again run a 100 metres, skip, climb hills and read. Unfortunately, except for the reading part, it cannot be kept up due to lack of resources, I can eat or I can drive, but when eventually I get back to the bar and my earnings I will be setting days, if not weeks, aside, because that will be it, no retirement.