17/08/2026
I left the Royal Navy thinking I was finally free. Within weeks, it felt like I’d lost everything.
After 22 years in the Navy, I’d reached the end of one life and decided to bet on another.
For most of my adult life, the RN had been my safety blanket. Same structure. Same routines. Same pay arriving every month. However demanding it was, there was always a framework around me.
Then I left.
And almost immediately, my relationship ended.
At the same time, because I no longer had a guaranteed Navy income, the bank wouldn’t let me take on the mortgage by myself.
So suddenly I wasn’t just leaving a career.
I was losing my relationship, my home and the income I’d relied on since I was 18.
I’d gone from the enormous safety net of the Royal Navy to feeling like I’d been dropped out in the wild with absolutely nothing underneath me.
There was a fairly obvious option available: go back.
Rejoin. Get the salary back. Keep the house. Return to something I knew I was good at.
And give up on Ludacrust.
Instead, I moved back in with my mum and threw pretty much everything I had left at making this ridiculous pizza idea work.
At the time, it didn’t feel brave or inspirational. It felt terrifying.
But one thing 22 years in the Navy had taught me was to stay the course when things get uncomfortable.
So I did.
This reel is a little bit of the story of how Ludacrust came about - from terrible pizzas at home, to dough mixed in a mop bucket aboard HMS Queen Elizabeth, to opening the doors of our own place in Taunton.
There are plenty of bits I got wrong along the way.
I miss the Navy - but I’m very glad I didn’t go back.
Tag a mate who owes you a pizza.