It was a cold day much the same as the top photo. We had spent Christmas and New Year with The Scot's family, then we came back to Northampton (my home town) for the remaining few days.
At my request, we said our Goodbyes inside. The taxi arrived and The Scot and I started the first leg of our Journey through the Rest of Our Lives
The Taxi Driver said...... are you going far
I replied...... to Australia
without bating an eyelid he said..... thought so they were all crying.
We took the Train to London. Neither of spoke for the entire journey. My thoughts going over the last 21 years I had spent in this fair land.
We made our way to Heathrowe Airport, and with one suitcase and our duffle coats to keep us warm.
We were off. On a flight that would take 36hours. You will have to wait until Thursday to find out what happened next.
And I often wonder, what would I be doing now if I hadn't agreed to follow The Scot. (not that there was any chance I wouldn't)
note..... Jules sent me the first photo this morning saying it was -5C. So I quickly grabbed the camera and went outside to send her a little bit of Aussie Sun.