When I tell people in New Zealand that my husband is from Lancashire I’m usually met with a polite but rather blank look. Most kiwis are familiar with London. Some have headed out of town to the Lake District to explore shops filled with Beautrix Potter souvenirs and great outdoor kit, and they’ve usually heard … More Postcode Lancashire

We’re home. When not in Aotearoa we have two homes. One is in the northwest of England, the other is the south-western tip of Cornwall. We’ve landed in the north and have already set about exploring all that it has on offer. We’ve also noticed the decline. We went to Blackpool this week. It’s a … More Beside the Seaside

For weeks they’ve been asking; “Are you bursting with excitement? Counting down the days?” In reality it’s been a race to the finish line, wrapping up our existing life, and preparing for the next chapter. My cue to relax is usually the sight of our bags casually floating away, disappearing behind the heavy curtain at … More Chasing the Finish Line

Smells, tastes, sounds, sights and touch. Travel is through the senses. Already I hear the cry of seagulls as they swoop over Cornwall’s fishing villages and feel the icy fresh water on my cheeks as I plunge into the turquoise waters of the Scottish isles. Sarin gas is tasteless, odourless, you can’t see it either. … More Sensing Travel

We’re fleeing the nest. No we’re not 20 something, divorcing our parents and swapping the family home for a tiny cubicle with dodgy whiteware. The nest is ours! Summer bloomed late this year and there’s been no better place to be than our home by the sea. It’s also the place that contains our “stuff”. … More Fleeing the Nest