These are the stories of my emigration to Australia, the trials, tribulations, laughter and tears. They are written by a female “Pom” from Suffolk who used to run an art gallery with her husband and aided by two Golden Retrievers (also joining her Down Under). I spent the early years of my career working in London gaining the experience and know-how I needed to set up my Gallery in a beautiful Suffok village which I later ran with my Kiwi farmer husband.
What made her do it? Why is she leaving? These are just two of the questions that have been asked of me. Well, there are so many reasons and I hope these will be explained in my blog.
Other things you might want to know about me: I’ve somersaulted down the aisle of a stretch limo motoring down the Strip in Las Vegas, I kept a Guinea Pig under my desk when I worked at UBS in Finsbury Avenue, London, I’ve walked the Inca Trail, I dived with sharks off Grenada but had to beat a hasty retreat when I got a nosebleed, I was a secretary at Lambeth Palace and when I was introduced to the ArchBish I was carrying a tampon in my left hand, I’ve sunbathed topless in the car park at Alicante airport and the first time I got drunk was at boarding school aged 14 on a bottle of cooking sherry and I haven’t touched it since (sherry that is) so don’t ever offer me a glass as I will always politely decline, in the Galapagos I met Lonesome George, in his enclosure (the last of his kind of giant tortoise), I got myself lost in the frozen wastes of Kamchatka in Russia, oh yes, lastly in my local town, two chaps tried to mug me whilst I was getting money from a cash machine, they came off worst and the video went viral.