So this was supposed to be a travel blog. But what happened as soon as my plane left the ground? All thoughts of writing stayed back in Melbourne, along with my fridge, mattress and a few maxi dresses that were  just too bulky to pack.

In the past six months, I’ve been up and down the coast of Vietnam, basked in the sun in Thailand, and arrived after a feverish twelve-hour flight to Somerset, the land of rolling hills, cheese and cider, where it’s pretty standard to be stuck in traffic behind a slow-moving apple tractor.

By now, I am already set up in London, along with roughly 120,000 other Aussies. I quickly found a flat and job, but after two months I have already ditched the job. Thus, I am back to blogging. And cooking pheasants.

So now this blog isn’t so much about travel, but about living on the other side of the world and uncovering all it has to offer.