Some background first
Ever since I was a young girl in England I have had the yearning for travel and experiencing new adventures, possibly stemming back to my ancestry, coming from Huguenot heritage.
At the ripe old age of 13 my father bought me a bicycle and I made plans to travel part of the home country with my two best friends. There was no mobile phones back then, and the plan was to make use of youth hostels. For months we sat huddled in my bedroom, planning our trip, we had an itinerary, bikes and parents permission – I was excited!
Sad to say, a couple of weeks before we were due to set off, both friends decided it was just too scary, and backed out, leaving me high and dry. No way at 13 was I going alone!
So the longing to travel further than Essex to London stayed with me. When my sister emigrated to Australia with her family and invited me to join them 2 years later I jumped at the chance! Once again, another two friends were going to come along for the ride. Once again we sat huddled together discussing our plans to live in Sydney, get an apartment and jobs. We were going on a 2 year working holiday it would be a great experience! Three pot-smoking hippy girls being independent women at 15! The world was ours!
But needless to say, once again my friends backed out and once again I was left to go it alone! This time however, I didn’t stay – I went to Australia.
That trip across the globe satisfied my wanderlust for many years, I settled in Perth Western Australia, married and had 2 children. Later in life, after a divorce and a trip with my boys back to England, I came back to Australia where I met my new husband and made a new life.
And that’s when my itchy feet started to twitch once again, I wanted to travel and explore new places, and I wanted to share the experience with the love of my life. Lucky for me, he was easy to convince, and he didn’t back out like my friends!
So that’s when our adventures started, with a trip to Queensland to whet our appetites…