In 2006 with four weeks till Christmas we had so much to look forward to; we were enjoying time with Lisa getting to know her family and friends in the Blue Mountains, the impending arrival of our best friends Andy and Kelly, a five week adventure in New Zealand in the New Year, and the thought of it being just three months until my mum, dad and sister would be arriving. When I began writing it was 2019 and with just three weeks till Christmas Day I was feeling like life is very different and wondering how I should feel about this? I’ve always thought since mum died that this was the moment I can pinpoint as when I started living everyday with no preconceptions that it would always be full of excitement, but that it would be the best I could make it; this isn’t true. I’ve always tried to live life to the full from as early as I remember gaining independence, that point in time when you don’t need a teachers permission to go to the toilet – I crave adventure, the joy that comes from seeing something for the first time, uncontrollable smiles and laughter that starts from the pit of the belly. Of course it isn’t always possible every day, sometimes life gets tricky, but when this happens I find that those closest to me step in with simple gestures; flowers in the post, surprise visits, and phone calls that spur me on until I find the energy to pick up where I left off. Often friends feel like family, and with each year that has passed since 2006 the O’Briens, and as they are now known the Strahan’s, have been a constant in our lives via mail, the internet or in person when our flights have led us to each other. Andy and Kelly, now jointly the Starkies, travelled half way around the world to spend Christmas in Australia with us, and today as a parent I now think of my own children who may one day do this to be with their friends. The thought of not sharing a Christmas with them feels bizarre, but writing this makes me all the more thankful for the reminder of this time that the Starkies chose to spend with us. When the day comes, and it will, that my children decide not spend the festive period with us, I will think of the joy they will be bringing to others and the excitement that will be building for that set of friends as the day nears just like it had for us. When I think ahead to that future moment I know hand on heart that I will be able to pick up the phone to the Starkies to shed that tear which I have no doubts will equally lead to planning our next adventure because we will know our children have become adults in their own right, because the new chapter has begun for us having nurtured them to this point, and because our friendship is made of the strong stuff that can withstand life’s difficulties. I can’t say we have 5 weeks in New Zealand to look forward to as 2020 approaches, it is something we talk of, we do however have adventures planned, and this in itself keeps me grounded and focused. In three months’ time I’ll be awaiting the newly named WhatsApp group for myself and my sister with photos from my Dad’s latest destination believed to be Texas. These photos are often questionable, blurred and random, but none the less I love that we get to be a part of Dads travels and keep in contact along the way. So in answer to my earlier question; is life really that different? Not at all, these wonderful friendships and family remain a constant, we encourage each other to travel, to see the best in each other and offer support when it is most needed. The only thing that is different is that my Mum isn’t here to be a part of this physically, yet emotionally she remains forever in my heart and the heart of others which brings me the greatest comfort knowing a piece of her is carried wherever we go, because in life deep down that’s all she wished for; to be surrounded by family and friendship.
When we think of Australia often the first things that come to mind are the Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge, this is what drives most people to visit Sydney, and rightly so, they are iconic. Having arrived in 2006 into Sydney and knowing that we were about to spend New Year’s Eve among the thousands celebrating amidst these structures I ponder if this was the reason why we ruled out exploring more than just the below mentioned bars, eateries and sporting events when living in Melbourne? Having spent just 10 days exploring Melbourne in February 2019 it’s fair to say I have fallen in love with this vibrant City; its parks and river cruises, museums and galleries, the street art in it’s in many lane-ways, the penguins at St Kilda and arguably the world’s best coffee are all amazing reasons to visit, and while it may not house the iconic structures of Sydney it has instead a friendliness that welcomes tourists and instantly makes you feel at home which is humbling in a world that often can feel full of negativity with widespread scaremongering and gossip reported daily in the news. We can argue that age is just a number, and for many reasons it is; age doesn’t stop us falling in love and age doesn’t define when or where we should travel to, but with age, in my opinion, and this differs from each individual comes the maturity to see things differently. I was in my twenties in 2006 and genuinely have zero regrets
for the way I chose to rule out exploring the City we lived in then because I ‘probably’ wouldn’t have appreciated the culture as much as I do now in my thirties. Taking photos at Art Vo or turning ourselves into Robots at the Science Museum vs beer in the local backpacker’s bar sharing travel adventures was hands down never even a consideration, we were travelling to meet friends and tick off as much of the country as we could before our Visas ran out. These days I’m found revisiting my favourite childhood places with Isabel and Zack here in the UK; Eureka Science Museum, Sundown Adventure Land and Clumber Park all spring to mind, places that I love seeing through their eyes, but also now have an appreciation for the time my parents spent exposing us to new environments, one that only now I can learn from in the hope that someday in the future I will perhaps return as a third generation grandparent, and with the foresight to see that places like Art Vo and the Science Museum were worth the decades wait; the photos we have now are shared with those friendships we spent time making in our twenties, and with long distance relatives who have since moved to Melbourne; meeting up with my Cousin Shelley meant our own children were now making memories that we hope will stay in their minds as the kind of places they may enjoy revisiting later in life too, and with an understanding of how precious, no matter the distance or time, the rediscovery of family is. Although he is no longer alive, here I think of Edwin, my mums cousin, who we visited below, despite no prior contact until our travels he welcomed us into his home and reveled in sharing stories of his family then and now, of how we were connected through the timeline and of his future plans, I can imagine Isabel and Zack doing similar with my cousins years from now. As for Canberra which I talk about below, our image of the Capital is very much distorted, yet my Great Uncle Martin and his wife Chrissy have recently taken a road trip to Canberra based on the descriptions he read from a book called The Trout Opera. This book had uncannily been on my bedside table for over year before we discussed it, it’s one of those books I can’t seem to get past the first couple of chapters despite my Dad also recommending this and buying it as a Christmas gift. Martins descriptions sound beautiful, and although Canberra didn’t make it onto our travel plans this time around, I’m prepared to say I will aim to complete this book in my lifetime, and accept now that even in our late thirties some places just aren’t compatible with our mindset, but in time, Canberra may feature as an acceptable place to revisit, and should this be the case I will think fondly of the times we met Martin and Chrissy who introduced us to their son and daughter in law where we discussed with coffee and cake how against the odds we managed to be in the same country, and the same city, at the exact same time as each other in February 2019.
I find it odd talking about places we have revisited, with such an amazing world we live in the list of places I’d like to see is endless, it’s important to me to see other cultures and be reminded of the little need we have for materialistic living when so many others survive and lead prosperous lives without it. I don’t consider myself a hoarder, the things Nathan and I collect tend to be significant from a favorite place, something to remind us of a certain time or situation, so when I think about all our worldly possessions we would pack into ‘Stanley’ for each journey I couldn’t help but smirk at the things I then considered essential; part exchanged towels (stolen feels a little harsh) and three tennis bats? As it happens, when our two years of living in Dubai came to an end I equally sent home an array of similar unnecessary essentials. I distinctively remember Nathan questioning me as to why we would need to ship our set of squash rackets which we could replace for half the cost should we choose to play the game back here in the UK, along with three sets of the hotel towels I’d been acquiring for weeks, and our pillows that I’d deemed as the comfiest ever. I of course got my own way and shipped these at the cost of the company Nathan was working for, however arriving back for Christmas I’d post shipping bought everyone’s Christmas presents along with new winter items which far exceeded our allocated luggage allowance on our final departure. With the golf club bag illegally stuffed, carry-on luggage at maximum weight having been packed and reweighed for a third time, and wearing all varying levels of watches, jewelry and three layers of clothes each, we still ended up with an excess cost of £500 to pay for the other items we were left holding. To date I still have those pillows, some towels are still hanging on, and those squash rackets still remain unused in our cellar; neither of us can bear to dispose of them feeling they have quite a value to them.
I’ve never been a light packer, I like to have options for every scenario covered (the only exception being that I’ve learnt to leave my hair straighteners behind when camping; to date I’ve never found the need to look half decent with the UK’s unpredictable weather conditions when staying in a field), and as much as I am fully aware in most countries all essentials can be bought I like to look at it as saving time, the last thing I want to do when I am away is spend valuable time shopping when I can be exploring, or resting, depending on the destination. Recently we’ve been considering YHA’s as alternative places to stay with the kids when we aren’t camping, many have great reputations for being child friendly and clean, and would mean we could tick off more countries with the money we’d saved. It’s taken thirteen years for me to consider this as option, and why, simply put, those bed bugs you’ll read about below and the cockroaches you’ll read about later really were horrific conditions to live in. Not only on the occasion mentioned below did we have to have a new mattress, but it cost us in time and dollars washing all of our clothing and fumigating our backpacks because bed bugs really do get everywhere, and this didn’t just happen once to us. I vowed on return to never stay in anything less than four stars when we holiday, I am aware of the implications this has had to our bank balance over the years, but I stand by my reasoning, we’ve earned those clean sheets!
As Christmas approaches in my blog below its clear how excited I was to savor and enjoy the moment, nothing changes, most of this was written pre-Christmas 2019 when I hoped to publish, but festivities swooped me off my feet, I was encased in a month of frivolity that followed into 2020 with celebrations for Nathans 40th where we have just returned from four child-free days in Krakow. Exploring without the children was surreal to begin with, but a pivotal turning point in this new decade as we discussed the dynamics of being able travel without time restraints and of the importance of taking time for ourselves to enjoy the things we love to do – together. So I’ll end by raising a glass to our friends and family here in the UK who made Krakow possible, and to distant relatives and friends across the miles who have become family and inspire us to keep on exploring with or without the kids in tow; The O’Briens, The Chardon’s and The Strahan’s who will shortly be celebrating their first wedding anniversary. But not only am I raising a glass to these incredible people, but also to strangers like the woman who made the news driving by bush fires in Port Macquarie who rescued a trapped and burnt Koala, she became a hero overnight, with many others just like her risking their lives for others. Having visited the Koala Hospital where that Koala is now re-homed we know first-hand how important it is that we should look after our protected species, all animals, and our environment, how we should work together to support our communities devastated be it from fires in Australia to floods in the UK, all around us in each area of the world are disasters, and if we look closely we find humans willing to go that extra mile to put others first, these are the type of people I want to surround myself with as we move into 2020 because these people inspire me to continue to explore our beautiful world, looking for beauty in not only the surroundings but the people too.
To Isabel and Zack – All of this leads me to thinking about the many different types of places I’ve stayed in from childhood to now, and while the five star hotels ooze luxury and allow escapism, the reality is that the more grim the place from backpacker hostels to dodgy flats the more exposure I’ve had to build on my strength of character, to discover friendships that last a lifetime and see the most amazing scenery. Previously I’ve mentioned the full moon in Warrumbungle National Park, and as I think of the beauty camping in the Grampians I also remember travelling with your Dad and Grandad in Oman – the room we booked was very basic and left little to be desired, but the full moon we saw on our drive home was clear like nothing I’ve ever seen before surrounded by black mountains on the night sky causing us all to stop in our tracks and admire it despite a long journey back to Dubai where we were living. Don’t be afraid to choose your bed based on your destination and the people you are travelling with – memories last a lifetime, clean sheets are a bonus!
To Mum – As I think back to Halls Gap where I comment below about its ‘picture perfect postcard’ beauty being the type of place I can see people retiring to, I wonder whether you’d have ever retired to Cornwall, next to the sea you said, had you had the opportunity, although I’m not convinced you could have persuaded Dad to give up his SUFC season ticket. Subconsciously I’ve been collecting art style postcards from our favorite travel destinations, it wasn’t until recently when we settled on a way to display these that I framed them and thought of you, it was during a discussion about where we’d live if we didn’t live in the City here in the UK, and while Nathan has his work cut out convincing me to leave City-life, should we ever, then like you, there is something about the sound of the sea at Cornwall that brings me peace – that is my picture perfect postcard place here in the UK, and one I will collect on our next visit.
Ok so I didn't think I’d get chance to fill you in on any travel news before Christmas but thanks to Lisa (who has internet access and a laptop) I now have an opportunity. I figure my Christmas present to you all will be the shortest ever update, so I’d better get started!
As it stands we are currently staying in The Blue Mountains in Sydney but you all know full well there are a few travel stories that happened along the way, and they start with leaving Melbourne. Most of Melbourne's highlights were in the last journal and seen as we spent most of our time in Melbourne working to fund the next leg of the journey we really didn't do much of anything else. On the one day off we had we explored areas of the city; Port Melbourne (great for fish and chips) the Italian quarter, The Chinese quarter, The Greek quarter - I’m guessing you have the picture now. We got to know Melbourne pretty well and both agree, apart from the weather, that it is a fabulous city. Most Friday nights was alcohol fueled with John and Josh, the last weekend being the worse thanks to new addition of another Welsh man; Wyn. I did try my best to keep up with boys drinking abilities but had to admit defeat, which ended up with me sleeping on the living room floor as the bedroom was just too far to reach! Also the boys had a very strange morning ritual of 'dive bombing' on our bed as early as possible to wake us, followed by a wrestling match which was usually just bearable until we met Wyn who insisted on adding a whole new dimension to the morning ritual with upturned beds, how we got the bond back in full I’ll never know – but we did. On a serious note, a great set of guys who I’m sure we'll meet back on mutual grounds; Josh, Wyn - Wales is in England isn't it??!
With Stanley all packed up and ready for travels again we decided to leave Melbourne a week early (11th December) and do through Victoria to Sydney. It’s amazing how much stuff you accumulate after staying in one place for two months, I had to do a lot of packing/unpacking to get everything in its usual place. Nathan said it would never all fit, but never one to fail a challenge I got it all in, including our new addition of three tennis bats of which we have no idea if we'll ever use them (thanks again John!). After seeing so many other travelers’ photos and hearing of places to go the first stop on our road trip was The Great Ocean Road where I had our itinerary pretty much covered. First we stopped at Torquay, home of Ripcurl/Quicksilver and worth investigating for cheap surf style items. We left an hour or so later having purchased two new body board straps ready for the waves we plan on having fun in over Christmas. Next stop Bells Beach, made famous by its waves as all the major surfing competitions are held here. Unfortunately we didn't get to see much of anything as the wind was pretty strong on this day. Typical really as it had been 38 degrees over the weekend in St Kilda to which we'd spent most of it indoors with a celebratory leaving do hangover. That’s just reminded me of our leaving presents, even though Nathan had only been at Emrak's for a few weeks they decided to give him a cash Christmas bonus of $150. I didn’t get any cash but I did get the pick of the shop where I struggled with my conscience for a split of a second until I realised I hadn't broken any promises as I didn't bring them out to Australia, yes you guessed it, I picked the hair straighteners. What a relief to see my hair straight after five and half months!
We drove on through Lorne stopping at Apollo Bay for fish and chips and a paddle. The drive leaves the coastline here and heads through Otoway National Park, about 17km past Apollo Bay we reached Maits Rainforest Board Walk which only took us twenty minutes to walk around, hardly worth getting rigged up in our walking boots for, but well needed in order to remind us we had left ‘City’ life behind. We ventured down to Cape Otoway where the Lonely Planet guide suggests we can see Koalas in the wild. It didn't lie, there were hundreds of them up close and personal right beside the edge of the road. Of course we went mad taking photos but later cut them down by half. After figuring we'd never actually see a koala in the wild it was pretty amazing to be proved wrong, traveling just gets better by the day. Realising it was too early to set up camp we drove onto Port Campbell National Park which took us back on the coastal route. We reached Gibson's Steps, walked down onto the very blustery beach with only the two of us on it and could see 2 of the 12 Apostles. Did you know there are only 7 Apostles to be seen and no one ever knows if there were ever 12? Maybe the fact that we were seeing one of Australia's most famous icons, or the realisation of where we were at time wise in our travels, whatever it was, we were absolutely awestruck. It really takes your breath away, sounds corny I know, but it was better than any photo I’ve ever seen standing there looking at it in person.
It was now nearing 7pm so we decided to set up camp for the night and grab a quick bite at the local Italian before we headed off to bed. After the luxuries of an actual bed for two months camping again hit us hard, especially the ground! By 7.30am we were showered and packed, the next day had begun! Did we ever tell you about our case of bed bugs? Well I did promise a quick journal entry so I’ll give you a quick version. We'd heard many stories of bedbugs in hostels so little did we expect to find them nestled into our bed at Burnett Street in Melbourne. After a few weeks into our stay we noticed how Nathan had been bit more than a few times, and then they moved onto me. Keen to ignore the obvious we assumed it was Mozzies in the night, or from the site Nathan had been working at. It soon reached a point when I came face to face with the blood sucking fiends that left us with no alternative but to call the landlord. We were told to clear out the room ready for it being fumigated which was when we discovered we'd been sleeping on a rather large community of the little terrors! We were not happy to say the least and Patrick the landlord knew this. But this is all I shall say on the matter as I have only just managed to sleep soundly without waking every 10 minutes to check if anything is tucking into my ankles, but let it be known that I shall share the full story with extra highlights to a selected few of you brave enough to hear it without gagging! Walking around Lord Ard Gorge at 7.30am was very peaceful. Lord Ard gorge is famous for its rugged edges and viewing these it soon became clear as to why there had been so many shipwrecks. We walked for quite a while viewing the Thunder Cave, Blow Hole and Broken Heads on the Sherbrooke Track. The formations much alike their names were unforgettable. This again goes for our next few stops. London Bridge (now with only one arch as the second had collapsed in 1999), The Grotto, Bay of Martyrs, Bay of Islands, and finally reaching Logan's Beach. Logan's Beach is famous for its whale viewing season, but seen as we'd missed this season all we could spot were large mounds of seaweed, which in all fairness from a distance looked like a whale; or at least that’s what I spent the time telling Nathan!
Making good time again we walked around the rim of the sunken volcano at Tower Hill which is now famous for its wildlife that habits in the emptiness, although I didn't see too much of anything as I was far too busy huffing/puffing/focusing on getting to the top. I made it, just! We headed on to our final destination of the day, The Grampians National Park. We realised we'd managed to cover a fair distance in just a few days as Victoria is not as spread out as Queensland which meant we could now figure a new route back to NSW. Besides the realisation of how peaceful things had become, the sighting of our first Echidna (I’m sure its spelt wrong but for a description point of view it kind of looks like a hedgehog with a long nose), and the beauty of the open land and cliff edges that had surrounded us for days, it came as a shock that one of the first things Nathan pointed out while driving through The Grampians was how black the trees were. Once we’d arrived at Halls Gap (a small town in the very centre of the National Park) we learnt that bushfires had hit the area from 20th January 2006 to 2nd February 2006 destroying 130,000 hectares of land, 47% of which was Grampians NP. It came very close to Halls Gap and was quite terrifying to think how they must have felt at the time as evacuation plans had been put into process. Halls Gap is absolutely beautiful, one of those postcard perfect places you'd dream of retiring to. We made the most of our time by doing a small walk called the Venus Bath Loop which at one point we imagined would have been a good spot on a hot day but due to drought was little more than a rock pool. We searched for the familiar sounds of Cockatoos and Gallars and enjoyed the surrounds nevertheless. Nathan finished the day with a swim in the Public Baths while I chilled at the side. It was our first trip to a Public Swimming Pool and I felt like I was in an episode of 'Home n Away'.
After another sleepless night (this time due to how cold the mountains get at night) we were up early again. We awoke to open the tent and see two young joeys in a boxing match literally outside our entrance which we have to admit was pretty hilarious to watch passing more time than it should have, difficult when you are desperate for a wee. With a good breakfast inside us we headed on to Bendigo. The drive to Bendigo was not as expected; Victoria at the moment is suffering with bushfires, and while we'd planned our route accordingly to avoid this there is little we can do to assist the direction of the wind, which at this point in time had decided to blow all the smog in the direction of Bendigo. Being 'Pommies' we had no idea how much of an everyday occurrence this is for the locals and felt rather nervous driving in it. I’d picked up a 'what to do in a bushfire emergency' leaflet at Halls Gap and quickly re-read it, informed Nathan (who by now couldn't see his hand in front of him never mind the road) that we needed to turn off the air vents, get a blanket, and shut the windows. We drove in silence for about a mile then reached a small town only to find people getting on with everyday life, shopping, hanging washing out etc. etc! Perhaps we had been a little cautious, but when you see the photos you'll realise that for a first time sight this was a tad unusual. Luckily we made it to Bendigo which is famous for its Goldmines where of course we joined a tour; ‘The Central Deborah Goldmine.’ The tour itself proved historically interesting, but Bendigo itself didn't impress us too much, small towns are either very modern or very old looking. Bendigo has tried to mix the both which kind of took away the thrill of being in the middle of nowhere, and after being ripped off for lunch we decided we'd push on to our next stop, Echuca, hoping that we'd leave the smoke behind also. We did leave the smoke behind but unfortunately attracted the heat which made the journey unbearable, we had to stop at least every hour just to unstick ourselves from the car seats but thankfully Echuca was much alike the small towns we've come to love. After setting up camp for the last time on our trip we headed off to the local bar for cheap drinks and a bite to eat. Keen to keep to our time frame we had a walk around the town in the morning, made the most of the photo opportunity with the old-fashioned paddle steam boats on the Murray River and prepared ourselves for the final leg of this road trip. This wasn't before Nathan decided to have a wheel alignment priced up at the local garage as we'd now figured if we could see a problem arising with Stanley we'd aim get to it first. A quote of $500 for things that needed and a stern voicing that 'this car will never get you to Sydney' we promptly decided to ignore the advice given, he's only a mechanic after all, what does he know about backpacking cars, and head on. I won’t keep you in suspense, we arrived to Sydney just fine, and turns out he really didn't know anything!
Knowing we’d need a stop on the way to The Blue Mountains we decided against the advice of many fellow travellers and Australians alike, that we'd drive to Canberra, Australia's Capital. Surely it isn't that bad? But oh boy it was! The heat is pretty intense still so we planned this route with plenty of stops, the first being at Woomargama for a beer, and Holbrook the second for a steak lunch. We stopped to view Lake Mulwala which was quite unique in that it looked like a swamp with trees growing in it, but it was clear water that went on for miles as far as the eye could see. As we arrived at Canberra nothing could quite prepare us for first impressions. We were presented with what looked like Westcliffe estate for you Scunthorpians, and the rough end of Norfolk Park for the Sheffield mob, and after trying in vain to find a hostel with parking and failing miserably we ended up paying the most yet, $95 for a motel room at the Golf Club! We were not impressed but granted it was a nice room. Along with this we had the advantage of realising that the motel towels were very similar to the ones you'd given us Lenore all those months back, we figured seen as the towels we had were looking a little worn they wouldn't mind too much if we swapped them over. I guess we'll never know if they did mind seen as were up and on the next morning heading for Parliament House. What can I say here, it is a very nicely presented building, exceptional design work inside, but the toilets weren't to my liking-very dull!
A drive around Canberra proved that there really isn't much to see once you’ve done the Government buildings, and thinking that perhaps we should have taken a different route we decided that at least now we can join forces and agree with fellow Canberra dislikers’ having seen it firsthand. So around lunch we'd reached the end of our road trip and set sail, err drove on to the Blue Mountains. The drive to the Blue Mountains was much cooler due to the fact it was raining - in December - in Australia's summer – raining - can you believe it! The only thing that managed to distract us from the rain was a pie stop at Thirlmere, now this was a nice pie – in the rain! After just ticking the 10,000 km counter on the car we finally reached Warrimoo in the Blue Mountains, and what a fantastically remote place it is. It is here that I am reunited with my Aussie receptionist friend, Lisa, and the O'Brien family. It was always going to be worth the drive - they'd gone all out with a traditional Aussie BBQ for our arrival. Mind you, the abuse we suffered re 'The ashes' was not so welcome, but of course it was all in good jest. The next day followed with a birthday party for Lisa where I made history by being the first to go to bed. Nathan will tell you I passed out but I’m sure I wasn't that bad, then again the hangover the next day says different. With lots to do around the Blue Mountains we have been mindful to save some things for when you get here mum, dad and Rachel, but needless to say we have done a few walks, and the fact that the word mountain is in the name gives you an inkling of how difficult this bush walking lark can be! We took a train ride into Sydney to re-introduce ourselves to City life, and in particular the bars in preparation for Andy and Kelly arriving so all in all we've been kept very busy since our arrival. Ah yes, there’s also the fact that we have actually spent $500 on Stanley since arriving too, maybe the 'mechanic' at Echuca did have a point after all! Still we've come to accept that a payout for Stanley after every road trip is inevitable now, and granted that we have traveled 10,000 km’s it’s not unreasonable to see how we'd worn the brake pads down.
So here it is that I shall end this journal, see I told you it wouldn't be so long, but I won’t go without mentioning and typing a big hello to Edwin and June in Picton who may well now be reading this. Most people know some distant relative in Australia, and I have had the opportunity to meet mine and hear stories of the history in my family tree. We had a lovely lunch at the bowling club and thoroughly enjoyed the tour of Picton (not far from the Blue Mountains), I have no doubts that we will keep in touch. We have now reached the 6 month mark of our travels; it’s flown by for us so I’m sure that the next 6 months will do the same too. We have lots more travel and adventures planned that I will keep you updated about in future journal entries that will hopefully have you laughing along with us, but you are going to have to wait until the beginning of February as we have just booked our five week trip to New Zealand which we are now counting down to, we fly on New Year’s Day! We miss you all and are wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2007.
Take care, love to all, Lindsay and Nathan xx
*Top Photographs in order; The Twelve Apostles on the Great Ocean Road, trekking in The Grampains and The Murray River Steam Boat
I am a 'wannabe' Nomad who currently lives in Sheffield with my husband and two children. I genuinely love exploring new places but finding time to fit this in is tricky so more often than not I'm found in the closest independent coffee shop because nothing cheers me up better than a decent coffee.