You can’t fight winter.

So it turns out, unbeknown to me, that the United Kingdom actually has a winter in the mountains? I don’t know how I haven’t clocked this at some point in my 24 years of living, but I have now, and I can safely say I grossly underestimated the impact of said winter on my progress…

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,…