If I’d known last month what I know today, it wouldn’t have helped. Four weeks ago I thought we could get off a plane in London, buy a car, and drive to Suffolk to start our big adventure. But it didn’t all go according to plan.
This is for anyone interested in our latest news and adventures as we roam the by-ways of England, Scotland and Europe. My mum, for example, (at least, I think she’s interested)
I thought yesterday’s roller-coaster ride had run its course when we finally relaxed over a glass of wine and a middle eastern feast at Za Za Ta. Instead, it reached a crescendo of panic when I received a frantic call from the UK around 8pm.
Our life in Australia is now packed into four suitcases. We have no car, no house and no Plan B. There is only one way forward.
Go on. I defy you. Look this dog in the eye and say “So long, Molly. We’re off – without you.”
You couldn’t, could you. Neither could we.
I came straight home and told Russell not to go near the place. Don’t vote. Nor will we pay their hypocritical fine.
So, there we were at the beginning of 2020, house sold, money in the bank, starting to plan our ‘Big Adventure’ in the UK. And, boom!
Soon we’ll be packing our life into the last of our suitcases and moving to the other side of the world. This hellish decision making process will finally be over.
All journeys start with goodbyes. And that’s what I’m dreading the most. We’ll be back, of course. But that doesn’t make the sadness of leaving any easier.
Meet Moe and Molly. They’re both Australian Kelpie/Border Collie crosses. True Australian mongrels. And they’re coming with us to the UK.
Ways to Roam. It’s an odd name. You kinda get it. . .it has something to do with travel, doesn’t it? But why that particular wording?