The process of obtaining a visa to live in Australia is daunting and a full time job in itself. The kitchen table is covered in paperwork, as I gather together the necessary documents for our solicitor. With the housing crisis biting in Western Australia, our cramped living conditions are also a source of constant angst, as we try and find solutions to living in such close quarters with Darrell's Mother. Don't get me wrong, she is more than happy for us to be here, but it is a strain on all of us, as we search for a place to live.

Luckily we had some good news last week, Darrell has got a job after being in Australia for only a few weeks. This is a great start; eventually we will be able to rent a property, hopefully, with relative ease. Yes there is a housing crisis, with homelessness on the rise in this country; even with substantial funds to pay for accommodation, there are just too many people chasing each apartment. Agents can pick and chose who they rent to, and without a job, we don't have a cat in hells chance.

Despite our difficult circumstances, we are both determined to stick it out and not run back to the UK at the first sign of problems, as we would have done in the past. Whatever country we live in at the moment, there are extreme struggles to overcome. The cost of living is spiralling out of control across the World, and we would rather be here than somewhere even more precarious.

Perth

It is extremely important that Darrell and I take time out for ourselves. We have very little privacy, so days spent together are welcome. I try and set money aside at least once a week to do something, while we are waiting for my bridging visa. Once that comes through, I will be able to work unhindered. Until then, we are visiting a few of the attractions here in Perth and making the most of the free time we have, because that won't last.

Last week we spent a lovely day in Perth, visiting places we both love. London Court is a particular favourite of mine - sat down with an ice cream, in the relative cool of the outdoor precinct, keeping out of the hot sun. I bought a few souvenirs to send back to the UK and most importantly, both of us were able to relax, away from all the pressure we have at the moment. Looking at unnecessary things I'd like to buy if I had somewhere to put them, keeps me focused on the end goal, while this waiting game continues.

We had lunch at The Shoe in Yagan Square, as we normally do when we go into the city. It's great just sitting in the centre, people watching and enjoying the hot day with a beer and bite to eat. Looking out across the square, I was reminded why I want to stay in Perth. It is an extremely isolated part of Australia, which would be a problem for many of those I know, but I am ready to take that leap of faith and make a new life for me and Darrell in a quieter, more congenial environment. It is true to say, our emotions are on another one of those rollercoasters we are famous for currently, but that is an inevitable part of forging a new life. I hope to God we don't end up back in the UK, especially at the moment, but you can never be totally sure with us, only time will tell!

Caversham Wildlife Park

With more time to kill this week, we took a trip to Caversham Wildlife Park. Apparently I visited this place when I was here in the 1990s, but in all honesty I can't remember a thing about it. Nevertheless, I had heard all good things about the place, so was more than happy to go once again.

Caversham isn't that far from where we used to live in Ellenbrook, very close to the bushlands that surround this city. We took a train from Midland to Beechbro and then a bus to Caversham, taking a half an hour walk through the bush, to this spectacular wildlife park. It was extremely hot yesterday and as we strolled across the open plain towards the reserve we had a generous helping of flies to keep us company. If I am honest, it wasn't the most pleasant walk in my life, but we were out, enjoying the day; who could ask for more.

The park was vast and sprawling with every native animal you can imagine and much more besides. It felt strange having close contact with wildlife I had only seen on the television before. Getting up close and personal with a Wombat and Koala was a lifetime dream, something I never thought I would be able to do. Being at the park is yet another aide-mémoire, that I am in a very different country now. I don't have the fondest memories of this place, but this time, on my third visit, I am determined to do and see as much as I can. I really want to fall in love with this country, truly I do, and if my exploring does the trick then I couldn't be happier!

After walking around the many animals and exhibits, we approached a large clearing in the centre of the park. To my shock, there were Kangaroos of all shapes and sizes wandering around. Some were sleeping during the heat of the day, others feeding, and many more caring for their young Joey's. It really was a site to behold; I was quite overcome with emotion as I knelt down, stroking these amazing, friendly animals, observing the Joeys in their Mother's pouch, coming up to me, nuzzling around my legs. I couldn't believe we were so close to these majestic creatures, invited to live in their World for a brief few hours; they were fascinating to watch.

While videoing one of the albino Kangaroos, a baby joey fell out of its Mother's pouch. Mum, used her paw to push him back towards her side, and he made straight for the safety of her pouch once more, trying his best to get back inside. It was touching watching the interaction between Mother and baby; I was just sat there in awe of this privileged experience. There aren't many people I know, who have been fortunate enough to see this first hand and I just feel extremely lucky to have seen it. This makes me want to see more of this vast country, while Darrell and I decide where our future lies.

Caversham Wildlife Park was a break from the huge burden we have to contend with presently. Both of us need more days like this and with Darrell starting work next week, I will start investigating this vast state on my own. As a seasoned traveller, I relish the opportunity to traverse Western Australia, even if Darrell isn't with me. Caversham has given me a taste of Australia, and I want to look under the surface. Unlike the other two times I was here, I intend to leave as an Australian resident with happy memories and above all a reason to return!

Guildford Hotel

Fremantle, Western Australia

It has felt like stepping back in time this week, as Darrell and I travelled to Fremantle on the coast of Western Australia. In 1995, both of us lived in a flat on Canning Highway, within walking distance of this old colonial town, referred to as Freo by the locals. I can remember the apartment well; it was an old 70s building, with an awful lime green carpet that was infested with fleas. We had an old beer crate for a coffee table and one of those old-fashioned TV's from Cash Converters. At that time, it was our first flat together, and it was home, even if it was only for a short period.

Fremantle has a special place in my heart, having been a town my Grandfather visited many times, whilst in the merchant navy. Grandad loved it here, and always made reference to it, when talking about how he and Nan nearly emigrated down under in the 1950s. Freo is my kind of place, I loved it in 1995, and I love it even more now.

The town centre has a distinctly European, cosmopolitan feel. There are small boutique shops, café's and restaurants and to my surprise lots of bookshops. Anyone who knows me well enough, understands my love of books; I was of course a book valuer for nearly ten years and love everything about them - the smell, feel and history behind the pages. Stumbling across the first shop, I went inside and got lost in the literature on sale; just briefly, mind you. It has been a long time since I have been in such a place, having lived abroad in Spain and resided on the south coast of England in Portsmouth, which has no bookshops to speak of. I made the most of my time, flicking through the pages of a few well known and several less well known publications. I was transported back to my time, running my own outlet in Southampton.

As I left the shop, I noticed a sign outside advertising for staff, and immediately my ears pricked up. This is a job I can do with my eyes closed, and although I am not able to work yet, I have taken the details down, with the hope I may have found my niche.

As well as having plenty of bookshops, there is also Fremantle indoor market; all I can say is Wow, just wow. If you love your objet d'art, then you will enjoy leisurely walking around this vast corner of the town. From jewellery and art, to food and souvenirs, there is every thing you can imagine here and more. This really is a destination you will fall in love with, just like me; I was so happy to be back after 27 years.

Walking around Fremantle, I came across the Tom Edwards Memorial Fountain. Instantly I remembered having my photo taken next to it in 1995, and thought it would be fun to recreate that shot, 27 years later, only standing on the opposite side of this historic monument. It does feel kind of strange looking at the photograph, knitted together, and seeing the two different versions of me. It is small things, like this fountain, that bring back the most recollections, and the longer I am here, the more the memories come flooding back.

After visiting the Round Tower, overlooking the sea, we took a slow walk to The Orient Hotel and had a bite to eat. Not the cheapest meal I have ever had, but nevertheless it felt good to be sat together, relaxing and forgetting the pressure we are both under at the moment. As each day passes, it is becoming clearer that this will be our toughest struggle yet, but it is important we do all we can to get through the increasing obstacles. Days out will become more crucial as we immerse ourselves deeper into the mounting paperwork needed for me to stay in Australia.

We spent the next couple of hours walking, talking, having an ice cream and finally a drink along the esplanade. After our travelling through Croatia and Thailand it was a reminder of what we like doing most, and a hope that despite the challenges ahead, we will continue to do this as much as possible. There is a lot of Australia I want to see, and next week should be the perfect time to start exploring the west at least. For now, I am content we took the time to revisit my favourite location in Perth and I have enjoyed reconnecting with a past, long since forgotten.

Bush Walking, Kogolup Lake

In complete contrast to our day in Freo, yesterday we went to visit a friend in Beeliar, near Kogolup Lake. This far away suburb, is right on the edge of the bush, rather like Ellenbrook, where Darrell and I lived in 1997. There, we also lived on the periphery of a rather colourful area, and the wildlife we encountered there, is also flourishing in Beeliar.

We got the Transperth train to Cockburn and spent the next hour walking to Beth's house. There were plenty of scenic views on the way, including swamps and marshes I have never seen before here. The panorama was stark, trees growing out of the wetlands for as far as the eye could see, and the strange sounds of native wildlife in the distance. Colourful parakeets were flying above my head as I walked, and there were signs warning of the danger of snakes and to keep well away. Surprisingly for me, I wasn't particularly anxious walking through the bush; I was more interested in the beautiful unspoilt scenery, which was striking, amazing, and unlike anything you would ever see in the UK.

As we arrived at Beth's, the bush literally on her doorstep, I was truly aghast by the wildlife outside in her front garden. There were lizards just itching to attack (What is it with everything in Australia, wanting to kill you?) This little critter certainly wanted to make it known who was boss, and I was just happy to keep my distance.

On her driveway covered with indigenous flower and fauna, hiding in the undergrowth you could hear plenty going on. I am sure I didn't need to know most of what was there, and I tried not to think too hard, about what I might be standing next to. However, there was a family of bandicoots living happily, next to Beth's van, and they were fascinating to watch, as they went about their business unharmed. They do look cute and cuddly, but also very similar to the large rats or rodents we have back in Britain. They are pretty harmless, so I am told, unlike everything else down under.

There is an abundance of natural wonders in this country, that I want to see during my time here; even walking in the bush is a wondrous experience for a pasty Britling like me. I seem to be far more relaxed this time I am in Australia, than the previous two times I was here, and that can only be a good thing going forward. As we decide on where our destiny lies, I am happy to be with Darrell in his home country. It isn't where I thought I would be at this time in my life, but it is another adventure in a life packed full of exploits. I am looking forward with anxious positivity as we finally put down roots and make a much-needed home for ourselves on the other side of the World.

We have been in Australia, for a little over a week now, and already we are feeling the pressure. Currently, we are staying with Darrell's Mum in Midland, WA, and it is rather cosy to say the least. Neither Darrell nor I truly understood just how difficult adapting to Australian life would be, but I think we have finally realised the complexity of our situation, as reality finally starts to bite.

On the surface, Western Australia is stunning and beautiful in every respect. The city of Perth is clean, modern, with an integrated public transport system that works fantastically well; more impressively, it has changed dramatically during the twenty-five years I haven't been here. The glittering capital of Western Australia does however mask struggles bubbling under the surface, we are only now beginning to see.

Let me first say, I have come to an important decision and have decided to apply for a Spouse Visa to stay in Australia, in spite of the difficulties that lay ahead; more about that later. For now, it was a bit of a culture shock discovering all the hurdles we have to overcome, just to build a life here, and remember age isn't on my side. At 51 years old, it isn't usual for someone of my advancing years to emigrate to Australia, but because I am married to an Australian, it actually isn't a stumbling block, thankfully, and on paper it should be a simple process!

There is a huge problem with housing in Perth, even bigger than the crisis in the UK, and that really is a concern. Over here you buy your house off plan from a catalogue and a builder will construct it to your own individual requirements. When COVID hit Australia, all building work stopped and those waiting for their houses to be built remained in rented accommodation, leaving rental properties in short supply. You have to remember, Australia has only just opened up after the pandemic, and construction as an industry has yet to recover fully. It will take a while for the new homes to be built and free up rental accommodation.

When I look back to 1995 and how fast Darrell and I obtained a property in Fremantle, I am gobsmacked by the circumstances today. It looks like we may have to stay with Darrell's Mother for a while, at least until my visa comes through just after Christmas. This wouldn't usually be a problem, but my Mother-in-Laws house is quite compact and was never designed to accommodate more than one person. The irony of it all, is we have the money to rent somewhere tomorrow, but there just isn't the property to rent.

The job situation in Perth is another bowl of contention, but not in the way you may think. There are actually loads of positions vacant here currently, so you would think it would be easy for Darrell to just fall into a job, but it isn't quite that simple. As I found when I was looking for work here in 1997, if you are a foreign national, it really can be a huge mountain to climb. Of course Darrell is Australian, but he has lived in Europe far more than Australia, so is consequently finding it hard to get a job. As the old saying goes, 'if your face doesn't fit....'

He has applied for lots of vacancies, but just can not seem to get past that first hurdle. Rather like when he arrived in the UK, just over a year ago, he needs someone to give him a break. In the UK, I knew people who could help, and he was given chances he isn't getting in Perth, and that is another source of angst for him and me. The alarm bells are ringing, and I am thinking, how difficult is it going to be for me, when I actually start applying for jobs too. These factors are making me cautiously anxious, but I am just hoping this is a temporary blip and both he and I will find work relatively quickly!

Lets return to the Spouse visa; yesterday, Darrell and I had a meeting with a solicitor in South Perth to discuss my future in WA.  It is well known how difficult it is to emigrate to Australia, it's probably the main reason why I have put off doing it for so long. However, we have now both reached a cross road and with Darrell's Mum suffering from Cancer, a change of circumstances in the UK and a desire to live somewhere warmer, it has been important for us to finally bite the bullet and chose to live together in Australia, a country I am beginning to love the longer I am here.

The solicitor was positive about the chances of me getting a visa relatively quickly, due to the length of time we have been in a relationship. We have travelled with twenty-seven years worth of paperwork since we have been together, so we have as much proof as the authorities in Australia need. Despite this, I do have concerns, which I did bring to the attention of my solicitor.

I will have to undergo a medical, and I am a little concerned at what they may find. The hope is, everything is OK, but that may not be the case. The only medication I take today, is statins for high cholesterol, which although under control, is still needed to keep my cholesterol levels in check. Apart from that, I really have no other issues that I know of, but at 51 years old you just never know. On the plus side, I am probably the fittest and healthiest I have been in years. I have lost so much weight that I can feel how healthy I am, and that can only be a good thing.

The other worry is the police check I have to have done from my time living in Spain. Australia requires a one from every country I have lived, and Darrell and I have lived in quite a few. The process of obtaining a police check is pretty simple as a rule, but Spain can be a problem. Getting the Spanish police check could take quite some time, and it has to be done in the correct way. Our solicitor said he will explain just how to do this at a later stage. Having dealt with Spanish authorities in the past, I am well aware of just how much red tape you have to wade through, and I have a feeling this could be the hardest part of the whole process; of course only time will tell.

Leaving the meeting yesterday, I felt far more positive than I have been lately. I know Perth is where I want to live, and I am determined to do everything I can to stay here. Our solid relationship should see us in good stead and really is the only proof they need of our commitment together, but this can be a hard country to deal with, and I am under no illusions about the apprehension I feel today. This will be our hardest obstacle to cross yet as a couple, but for the sake of Mum and to achieve the life we want together, it is a necessary next step on our journey together.

.... And finally, it's time to get back to eating healthy. This morning I was at Woolworths early to register some steps on the pedometer, and buy some healthy options. Since I left the UK all those weeks ago, on my lifestyle break, I have put on 3-4 kg in weight. That is not acceptable in my book, and I need to get back into a healthy routine. I found some similar items, I used to eat in the UK and a few more I have never seen before, and will give them ago. I'm also back on healthy balanced microwave meals, having found the popular 'Lean Cuisine' rage in both Woolies and Coles. They normally cost about $5 a pop, which is a bit more expensive than the UK, but is an absolute must for me, especially whilst keeping fit before my medical.

It looks like we have a busy time ahead from now on, and I will of course keep you all updated on the visa process. It does feel a little daunting at the moment, but with plenty of willpower and that overriding desire to succeed, I feel sure we will achieve our goal and look forward to a new life together in Australia!

Burn Off

Thursday night, Friday morning, there was a distinct smell of burning in the air. In order to prevent bush fires, the Government burn off grassy wastelands around the city, to prevent serious fires. With temperatures rising fast in Western Australia, it is important everything is done to prevent these areas igniting in flames.

The burn off left an orange glow in the sky over the city, which did look quite eerie at times, but it is a necessary fact of life, so I am told. We kept all the windows and doors shut, which did stop the worst of the smoke getting inside. We are expecting more of these preventative measures as the summer progresses here in Australia. For me, it is just part of the course, getting used to life living in Australia!

South Perth & Kings Park

On Friday morning, Darrell and I walked from our apartment in Victoria Park, down to South Perth and up into king's Park. This was our longest walk yet, consisting of over twenty thousand steps. I am enjoying getting out more and more these days, as my body gets used to the larger distances here in Australia and with a continued determination to keep fit, I will be walking more and more, the longer I stay here.

It is absolutely beautiful along the foreshore of South Perth, along the water, and it was so relaxing just taking our time, investigating the area and enjoying the stunning views of the city from the esplanade. Sadly, like everywhere in the World, we had to walk through a less desirable area to get to the front. This was a bit of a culture shock for me, since I haven't seen too many rough areas in Perth. However, I am mindful that this is a large city, and we were effectively walking through inner city suburbs. Many of the houses in this particular part of Perth, were colonial in nature and there were some pretty dubious characters walking around, rather like there were in Portsmouth if I am honest, only on a smaller scale.

Crossing The Swan River to venture into King's Park, the views were amazing. You could see the city in its full glory. There was a bit of a haze in the air after the 'burn off' last night, but that really didn't detract from the beauty of this most isolated city in Australia.

It has been many years since I set foot in this picturesque Park and as I ascended to the top, small memories flooded back. I can remember doing this all those years ago and experiencing the panoramic views at the top. Unsurprisingly King's Park has changed dramatically, but the views, monuments and history of the place is still very much as it was, unchanged and preserved for everyone to see.

King's Park is the highest point in Perth, offering a great vantage point in which to take advantage of the city vista. It is also a meeting point for families enjoying a picnic in the sun, as well as containing the attractive botanical gardens. The breeze from the top also offers a welcome break from the scorching heat and a far more bearable location to spend a lazy afternoon.

Once again sat on a bench, overlooking the city with Darrell, memories of my time in Perth came flooding back, only today I was appreciating it far more than I did back then. I am somewhat older and far more comfortable with the slower pace of life in Western Australia, and that makes all the difference in deciding where my future lies!

From the park, we took a walk into the city, heading down towards the West Australian Parliament. Immediately I recognised the place, after so many years. In fact, Darrell didn't even know it was Government House, until he looked it up on Google. It is so strange, after all this time, I can remember so much about the period I spent in Australia previously, but that can only be a good thing. There is a lot to like about this place!

From Parliament, we walked down St George's Terrace and onwards towards the train station, where we had a couple of beers in the sun and a bite to eat at 'The Shoe.' The food was delicious and despite the horror stories about the cost of eating out in Australia, it was actually reasonably priced, akin to British prices. For a couple of beers and two meals, we paid £39.00. It isn't the super saver prices at Wetherspoon, but it certainly isn't as high as I expected.

COVID Vaccine

After a short train ride home to Victoria park, it was time for my COVID vaccination at the Discount Drug Store. I had initially booked an appointment for Thursday, after receiving a text message from the NHS in Britain, to book my booster. I didn't think for one minute Australia would be able to do it for me, and true enough, without my Individual Healthcare Identifier (IHI) I couldn't have it done. That evening, to my absolute surprise however, I managed to open an Australian 'My Gov' account and obtain the required number, within a few minutes. I couldn't believe how quick it was. I popped back online and booked my appointment without delay; still stunned at how quick this process was, compared to home.

When Darrell returned to the UK a year ago, he was in a similar position, but due to red tape, he couldn't get a vaccine for months. My new IHI number has allowed my British records to be added to my Australian vaccine profile, and I was able to download a certificate straight away. This is how it should work; all the Government needed here was my passport number, and everything else just fell into place.

When I went into the consultation room at the back of the store, I was asked what jab I wanted. I was a little taken aback, that I could actually choose which vaccine I wanted; unheard of in Britain. I chose Moderna, which I had for my last booster in the UK. She happily let me take a photo of this historic moment, even suggesting a video may be better for the blog, unlike the UK, who said there would be repercussions if I did. This felt a little strange; people actually being nice and accommodating!

Once jabbed, she revised my paperwork and I was free to go. I think the big difference here, is pharmacists are allowed to update patient information. In the UK, you had to make an appointment with a branch of the NHS to get your international COVID vaccines added to your records, and even then it could take up to three months. Suitably happy that I have done all I can to protect myself and Darrell's Mum, my Mother-in-Law, I left. So far, throughout this lifestyle break, everything is going just as planned, I am just waiting for the first thing to go wrong!

Practicality First, Fashion Last

This is the last day in the apartment before we go to stay with Darrell's Mum for a period, before we get a flat of our own. We have enjoyed this time together, but understand we have to knuckle down and get on with the task of finally sorting our life out; It's taken a long time getting here. Sadly after Brexit we are unable to return to Alicante in Spain, which would have been our preferred first choice, but Australia came a very close second. Darrell and I are well aware of the hurdles we need to overcome now, and this short breather in Victoria Park has been just what we needed, before the hard work begins!

I had another great night's sleep (this is really becoming habitual) and we left early to get some shopping in Victoria Park. I wanted to walk a few thousand steps before getting back and cleaning the flat. Firstly, we went to Kmart to have a look at some hats. Since arriving in Australia I have well and truly burnt the top of my bald head and as Darrell frequently reminds me, it is absolutely necessary to wear a hat at all times; not just any old hat, as I have plenty of them, but one that protects the head, neck and shoulders!

Thankfully millinery is reasonably priced, as it should be in Australia, and it looks like I'll be buying hat number two (from the video above), when I get to Midland, tomorrow afternoon. We have been looking for other household items as well for when we get our own place and actually to my surprise, this type of stuff is reasonably priced. You can actually buy a microwave for about $40.00 and furniture is even cheaper. The way I look at it, is if you have a decent bed and sofa you'll be fine, anything else will just fall into place!

While in Coles I took a little video for my dear friend Jules, who works on the chicken counter in Tesco, so I did my best to show him the equivalent here in Australia. It did make me quite sad walking around with my camera, recording things that have meaning for me back in the UK. Sadly, there was no Jules behind the counter and I did feel a bit empty inside. I had some great times in the UK, but all good things have to come to an end at some point, as disappointing as that is.

Reconnecting with home in Australia has brought a lot of emotions to the surface. It has made me think of the future in a way I haven't before. I am happy to be back after so long, but daunted by what's to come, especially at my age. For now, I'm just enjoying being in the warm, seeing things I haven't seen in years and exploring a city that has a special place in my heart. Tomorrow I will see Mum for the first time in 25 years, and I am grateful we can be with her now, as she battles cancer; It was time to come home, it was time to settle down!

We left Thailand on the Thai Airways 7.20 am flight to Perth on Tuesday. Despite getting to the airport early, having got up at 2.30 am, the queues were already building at the desk. Luckily for us, we had already checked in online, and it was a relatively quick process to get through. All the panicking with cabin allowances, and they didn't even look at our luggage, which was a bit annoying, but it was still a weight lifted, and less to worry about as we went through passport control.

The flight was much as I remember and expected. Flying from Asia to Perth is always turbulent, and we were strapped in our seats more than not. This is the part of flying I hate, and I must have spent the next several hours grabbing hold of the chair for dear life, not that would have made any difference; if you are gonna crash, nothing is going to save you, that's for sure.

As ever, Thai Airways was perfect in every way. We were fed well on the flight and nothing was too much trouble for the cabin crew. Thankfully it was only six and a half hours to Western Australia, so I even managed to relax a little and watch a few films, which is unusual for me, since I can't normally concentrate on a plane.   The only strange thing about all the Thai Airways flights we have been on, is they didn't actually serve alcohol at all. I can only assume this was because of the countries licencing laws and I really could have done with a few beers, but hey ho, it wasn't to be.

We arrived in Australia dead on time, after leaving an hour late from Thailand. They must have made up the lag during the flight. I felt pretty good, but nervous; Australia have very strict laws about who can and can't enter, and with a small criminal record from my student days in the 1990s, I was scared they would reject my visa to enter Australia. To make things worse, whilst filling in the landing card, the very question of criminal offences was highlighted.

In the UK, the convictions I had were very minor, very minor indeed, and after six years they became spent or removed from official records anyway. However, in Australian law, there is no such thing as a spent conviction; a conviction stays with you for life. At first, I was in two minds about being honest and declaring them, but at the last minute thought better of it and told the truth, as The Real Truth Blogger should.

Whilst Darrell went ahead, I gathered all my paperwork, including my enhanced disclosure, which showed the convictions in detail and made my way to the customs boarder, attempting to go through the 'E Gates.' Not likely; I was rejected straight away and sent to talk to a person on a desk. Sweating profusely, I explained my circumstances, and she called over a member of Border Force, who took me to one side. In a private office, I was asked to explain my history.

I handed everything over, held my hands up and spoke the truth. The guard looked at me over her glasses and gave me a menacing stare. I thought, Christ, my time is up, I'm being deported. How wrong could I have been; Her grimacing look turned into a broad smile, and she thanked me for being so honest. The offences were so minor, it didn't matter in Australia's eyes - I was free to go!

She did however say, that had I been dishonest, I would have been refused entry and according to her, Border Force Australia had that information on me anyway.... Talk about Big Brother watching; I'm just so glad I told the truth, didn't panic and make a mess of the situation.

We were picked up at the airport by Beth, a friend of Darrell's, who drove us to King George Street, where our apartment was situated. Initially we had a bit of difficulty locating the place, but when we did, I was a little taken aback. The style was decidedly 1970s Prisoner Cell Block H, and it looked as creepy as hell. This is an old Australian condominium; It has its own laundrette down below and is relatively basic inside, but the views from the lounge are to die for.

Despite my initial reservations, it is actually a lovely flat, ideal for quarantine. The furnishings are very comfortable, and I am sleeping like a baby. The area of Victoria Park is delightful, with many restaurants and café's and of course Woolworths; yes good old Woolies.

I remember shopping at Woolworths when I was last living in Australia in 1998. It always brings back fantastic memories of working in its British namesake, when I first left school. Of course, they aren't the same shop at all, over here Woolies is a supermarket and Big W is the equivalent to the UK's Woolworths of old.

As soon as we unpacked our essentials, having no jet lag from the flight, we went for a walk and shopping trip to the supermarket and on the surface it hasn't changed much, but my God, the prices have. I was literally shocked at the cost of consumables in Australia, and you think you have it bad in the UK. Obviously, with the pound tanking in Britain, my savings taking a battering and my pensions becoming worthless, I was more than a little worried. This is not a cheap place to live, but despite this, it really did feel like coming home, and I was happy to be back. The familiarity of this place has remained with me, and little things, places and circumstances continue to pop up every so often, jogging a happy memory from twenty-five years ago; I'm finally home again!

In the evening, after a long month of travelling, we could finally just sit down and relax, looking at the more salubrious view from the balcony. Perth really is a beautiful, clean and inviting city. I wish I had stuck it out all those years ago and stayed here. If I had, maybe my life would have been very different today. However, there is no point crying over spilt milk, I just have to make the most of it now and be thankful for the friends I have made!

After a great night's sleep, we spent the day in the city, walking from the apartment on King George Street, along the river and into the centre. The walk is lovely and very picturesque. This is Perth as I remember it, but for the first time, I can actually appreciate it for the jewel it is. Unlike the UK, the water is crystal clear and the sky is always blue; even now in Spring, the temperature is thirty degrees, and I am enjoying sitting in the sun; I have a good feeling about being in Australia this time and I just hope it works out!

Darrell showed me the new quarter in Perth, Elizabeth Quay, and it was very pleasant walking around admiring the view, for a far as the eye can see.  There were parrots flying around, Australian Darters with their wings out, trying to keep cool, and surprisingly the streets were as empty as they were in 1995.

There are only two million people living in the whole state of Western Australia and despite the capital city of Perth doubling in size since I was last here, the streets still remain quiet. Back then, I hated it. I wanted the bright lights of London and the south coast of the UK, now I suddenly feel well and truly at home. This city has changed out of all proportion, and it has become a very special place.

In the city, we visited London Court, as I did twenty odd years ago. This little piece of Britain, similar to Winchester, a pastiche of British life, is a gorgeous place to visit and sit and watch the World go by. I bought a new Australian phone from J B Hifi in the centre, and Darrell went to the 'Driving licence and Vehicle Department' to exchange his Spanish licence for a West Australian one!

It is interesting to note that the whole process took about forty-five minutes to complete, unlike the three-month wait in the UK. It cost over a hundred dollars to do, but will be well worth it. We can now get a car, which will making getting around Perth a lot easier; oh, and he got to keep his Spanish licence.

Today was another successful day, my tan is getting seriously darker by the day! (That isn't the reason for our successful day, just thought I'd mention that one.) We spoke to a solicitor this morning, and they are confident my application to remain in Australia will be fast tracked due to us being together for twenty-seven years. There doesn't seem to be any bar to us stay together in Perth. After a few months I should be able to come and go as I please, but for all intents and purposes, I will be an Australian resident. It has been a long time coming, but I couldn't be happier. We are not out of the woods yet however, with a lot of paperwork to do and a bill for $18000 to pay, but otherwise, we should be home and dry!

We took a walk to the bank early, where we opened up a new joint bank account with Westpac. To my surprise, they still had records of our last bank account together from the mid 1990s, still on their system, when we lived at Midsummer Circle in Ellenbrook. That was kind of reassuring and quite emotional at the same time. All those years have passed, and we are still together. Account open, we are all legal again; what a journey it has been getting here.

Finally, a trip to Coles Supermarket, which was so much cheaper than Woolies. It really is shocking how different prices are between supermarkets in Perth. Nevertheless, I still prefer Tesco in Britain, which is markedly cheaper.

I haven't been so successful getting a COVID booster so far; not having a Medicare Card or IHI (Individual Healthcare Identifier) number is an issue. It is important I get this done as soon as possible in order to protect Darrell's Mum, while she is treated for cancer; we'll just call that one work in progress. For now, we are just looking forward to a quiet night together in front of the TV, watching Kath and Kim and eating home cooked food. You just gotta love Australia, when things go right, at least!

Well Thursday really was an emotional day, as I said farewell to friends and colleagues from Tesco, The Newcome Arms and Cancer Research - all places I have worked since my return to Portsmouth from Spain in 2018. To say leaving Portsmouth, even for a year, will be an enormous wrench is somewhat of an understatement. Emotions really have been running high for me, as I have said my goodbyes to some fantastic friends. I am not a person who cries easily, so Thursday just showed me how lucky I am, having made some wonderful memories with some truly amazing characters; the tears did flow briefly, as I said one last au revoir to everyone who has played an important role in my life over the last four years. In the main, however, they were tears of happiness, as bonds were cemented, and I realised these were friends for life, wherever I am in the World.

In many respects, this week has been a Godsend. Realising I was finally about to leave the UK on the trip of a lifetime, I started to relax and enjoy the final few days here in Portsmouth. With only two days left, I am content with the choice I have made and look forward to the future. It has also been a hard seven days, having to wear a mask at work and keep my distance as much as possible, as I prepare for the long flight to Australia. Having been planning this journey for about six weeks, I have become drained and run down from all the preparation. It has been hard getting to this point, but the days of Darrell and I, spontaneously getting up and going, are well and truly over; this is the adventure of a lifetime, and it has to be done right.

So many people have wanted to say goodbye, that we have been living an emotional tight rope for a while now. Ever since I announced I was taking a lifestyle break from work, I have had so many colleagues asking to spend time with us, that I have been taken aback. A year really is a long time, and Darrell and I realise how important it is to connect with those close before we go. I hope to be back in twelve months, but who knows what will happen.

Apart from going to see my Father, that really is it, the end of our time in the UK for a while. Our life will now consist of traversing the World, experiencing new cultures and living out of a suitcase. This isn't everyone's cup of tea; travelling isn't always glamorous, it does have its downsides. We will be away from family and friends for an extended period and unable to enjoy that one to one interaction, that I so adore. I am a social animal first and want that close contact, on a one to one basis, but I am also someone who needs to explore, looking for answers and reaching out for new and inspiring experiences. It is a choice to travel for most, but for us, it is a way of life, that we haven't experienced for a very long time, since 2019. This is a time of great excitement, but also of trepidation and nervousness.

As I sat on the checkouts completing my last shift on Wednesday, ironically training a new member of staff, on the very till I was first trained on nearly four and a half years previously, a colleague approached and tapped me on the shoulder. Whispering in my ear, she told me a customer, who had become close over the years, had died that very morning. Her sister wanted to come over and see me before I left. This dear lady spoke so eloquently of her sister's last moments, ending by saying, she had hoped 'I had already left on my travels,' because of how difficult it was to tell me of her sister Pats passing. An emotional day, had just become even more emotional, and I was left feeling rather empty after the news. As someone who believes in fate, I truly believe this was meant to be and gave me the green light to leave Fratton, embarking on a new but thought-provoking journey.

So many friends and colleagues have signed cards and given me small gifts and tokens of friendship to take with me. I have been overwhelmed by their generosity and care, and moved by the words they have said. One of my closest colleagues gave me a compass, reminding me, that wherever I was in the World, she would 'find me.' She, like so many others, will always be a part of my life, and I am so happy to have met her and everyone else. My closest friend Jules gave me a beautiful card, (below) and 'Tree of Life' pendant, signifying, according to him, my independence, uniqueness and family bonds. In all but name he is the Brother I never had, and this gift will always link us together, as both of us go our separate ways for now.

From my job at Tesco, I went to The Newcome Arms and Cancer Research, where I made my final farewells to people who have been so important to me during my years here. Walking back into The Newcome felt like coming home; as I sat chatting over a pint of Stella and packet of crisps, I was reminded of where it all started in 2018. I haven't been back here for a while due to work commitments, but I spent many years working here and needed to say goodbye. Yes I know this is a lifestyle break and not forever, but with the world the way it is, I worry when I come back, nothing will be the same again; saying cheerio means closure, so I can happily go off on my mission to find myself....again!

From The Newcome it was on to Cancer Research in Commercial Road for a glass or two of Prosecco and some typically uplifting banter. This is the reason I started volunteering and why I kept coming back. The volunteers and Zerina, especially, are amazing individuals; when Darrell got a job with the shop, I knew how happy he would also be, and I wasn't wrong. I know it is so hard for him leaving everybody, but like me, he has made some memorable friendships. These are people who will always remain in both our hearts, they are quite simply the best of British and the most hard-working, down to earth bunch I have ever known.

Today, a friend from work who I missed yesterday, popped a card and a bottle of wine round. She wanted to come and see me before I left. Once again, I can not stress enough how deeply moved I have been by everyone's good wishes, it really means a lot. As a friend from Spain told me recently, rightly or wrongly, I have touched many lives; I just hope I have done so in a positive way. Angela has always been a beautiful soul, sharing mine and Darrell's love of cats, and has been a great friend during my tenure at Tesco. I will of course see her and everyone else again, but for now I am just happy for the love they have shown.

After Angela's impromptu visit, my Aunty Trisha, Darrell and I went to Titchfield to see my Father. This will be the last time I see him for a while, and I wanted to make sure he was OK. It is true to say I am worried about Dad. He is seventy-five years old and looking a little frail these days, but he repeated how well he was, and I should go off on my travels and not look back.

That is easier said than done. Although I don't see Dad as often as I would like, I enjoy being close by. When my Mother suddenly died in 2019, I was grateful to be near to my Father and glad to be able to do something to ease his pain. If anything happens to him while I am away, it will be harder to return quickly. Nevertheless, he assured me he was fine once again, and I have to take his word for it, after all I have no reason not to. I will naturally worry about him, but will check in as often as I can.

Dad gave me a deeply personal parting gift and a bunch of letters he had found, that I had sent Mum back in 1995. One of them was the very letter I wrote to her, coming out as gay, and my God did that bring back some emotions. My life may well be different to what Dad ever expected or even desired, but it is mine to own, and I have tried to live it as best I can. The unconventional nature of our relationship, separated at times by thousands of miles, has kept us strong as a couple. Our home will always be here in the United Kingdom, after all it's where we live, but torn between two diverging worlds it is our fate to travel, often for long periods of time. We will both know when the time is right to settle down, but for now we will keep following our heart on this endless journey that seems to never ends.

Bye bye UK, I'll see you soon!

This time next week we will be on our way to Croatia, the first stop on my 'lifestyle break.' My nerves have well and truly kicked in now and despite past reservations, today I am finally looking forward to leaving the UK. My apprehension has always been about leaving friends behind, but this last week has shown that no matter where we are, those friendships will always be there.

Looking back over the years we have travelled, both Darrell and I have made many friends and a few of the good ones have remained, steadfast in our life. It is true to say, we haven't seen many of them in a long time, but lives are busy, and it can be difficult making time to see one another. Whether I return to the UK in a year or just keep on travelling is anyone's guess, but the important thing is, we do what makes us happy. I am genuinely trying to spend as much time as I can with those closest at the moment, giving as many people as I can a big hug when I see them (Yes I understand there is COVID, but hugging is no longer illegal.) When the time comes to leave, it will be a wrench, but I have spent some wonderful times with comrades and colleagues alike, and have some amazing memories to share.

Yesterday was my final shift on the Customer Service Desk, which, if I am honest, made me sad. Next week I will be working on the front end for a few days before I officially start my career break on Thursday. Colleagues and customers have been brilliant and have really shown me just how lucky I am. People have wanted to show their appreciation, which is rather difficult when you are leaving the country, but they have gone out of their way to show me how much they care. I suggested that a friendship bracelet or token, to take with me on my journey, would be an ideal gift, since we are limited with space. Well, I have been given some great items and will wear them throughout my time away. Every time I look at these gestures of friendship, I will be reminded of the people who did much, to enhance the life I have here in Portsmouth. These are the only things I need to remember my time, and their significance will cement the bonds I have formed.

The emotional rollercoaster I am on presently has a while to run yet, as I have a few more people to see before I go. On Wednesday, I will make a point of popping in to The Newcome to see my old boss. I have left seeing him and others to the last minute, preferring to stay out of crowded areas before I travel. With our departure on Saturday, I am hoping nothing will happen to jeopardise the flight before we go. I am also trying to keep my distance as much as possible from other people, although I am certainly not turning down those hugs before I go. Someone said to me just yesterday how 'huggy' I had become, and I suppose I have, I really am going to miss so many people; I just want to keep them as close as I can right now.

On Thursday, I will see my Father one last time. Naturally, I worry about Dad, and the prospect of being away from him for so long isn't helping my anxiety. He hasn't been too well lately, and it will be difficult leaving him behind. My Father is delighted we are travelling and following our dreams, but I do detect the apprehension in his voice. I have only been back in the UK for a little over four years, and I know he would rather I was staying, but he understands our need to go on this journey. Dad has always been quite stoical, showing little emotion, but since the death of Mum he has become far more emotionally in touch with his feelings. On the plus side, he does have a full life now, doing the things he has always wanted to do, so I am happy that he is content and won't miss me too much.

My cases are packed, and I am ready to fly. I am right up to the limit with my baggage allowance; Thai Airways are particularly tight with their allocation, with only one 20 kg suitcase allowed per person and only a single 7 kg cabin case permitted. Surprisingly I am able to take far more luggage to Croatia, than I am to Thailand and Australia, which really makes no sense at all, but with some innovative juggling and brutal selecting I have managed to do what I can to fit everything in. Living out of a suitcase for the next year isn't going to be easy, but we have done it before, and I doubt very much it will be the last time we do it again.

I've got another busy, tiring week ahead, but the long haul is nearly over and finally Darrell and I can relax together, away from the stress of life. It has been a long time coming, but God willing, we will depart without a hitch and fly away towards new adventures. Our life together is about to change for the better, and I am thankful we finally have something to look forward to. My love for Portsmouth will always be there, this is after all my home, but my yearning for new horizons will inevitably overtake my need to settle down, as the World once again becomes my reason to live and an oasis to explore!

With just a couple of weeks to go before our departure, I received some of the currency for our trip this morning. I think the penny has finally dropped and everything is finally coming together.

It really has been a testing few months getting to where we are today; I haven't stopped planning the itinerary for our first three months away. The next few weeks will be equally testing as we finalise the arrangements, finish packing our cases and get ready to leave on the 3rd September. This part of the process has always been my Achilles hill; I have never enjoyed all the planning and preparation involved, preferring to just get up and spontaneously leave, as I have done in the past. However, this time it is crucial we are well-organised, since we will be away from the United Kingdom for an extended period of time.

I am of course looking forward to the adventure we are now firmly embarked upon and communicating with readers of Roaming Brit updated every step of the way. I will be keeping a journal throughout the year and will write extensively about our journey. This will be the longest fourteen days of my life as anxiety turns to anticipation, but this is an important juncture in both mine and Darrell's life, and we look forward to the memories it will bring!