Some sun. A lot of sea. Much sand. No suspicious parents.

Yellow, me again! I figured it was time for a catch-up and what not, and I’m sure you’ve all been dying to know what car I have now. Well, good news! For Mr Purple is still with me (*touch wood a few times*), and the worst thing that has happened is that I flooded his…

Lanckeld, Duncashire, Ausland, Engalia. 

As I steamed out of the city into the Victorian bush I left Melbourne behind in a cloud of black smoke. During my not entirely un-slow journey, I was overtaken by tractors, road trains, the elderly, cement mixers and the like. NO WORRIES, for I was having dejavu after dejavu of bonny Lancashire. Green rolling hills,…