house sitting

Timaru from the other side

Once we’ve sorted the morning caffeine fix at our favourite cafe we go exploring and there’s no better way to get to know a place than on foot. We get to see a lot more when we’re walking and slow travel allows us to do that. For us, house sitting…

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Our year of winter

Can you believe just a little while ago we ticked over a year of traveling full-time, away from home? Yes, that’s right, a bit over 12 months ago we were reveling in the mellow winter days of Noosa, with average daily temps of 24c. Literally our front yard in Noosa…

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Home and away, staying connected

We’re flying home to Brisbane in less than 4 weeks. I know, I can’t believe it either! There’s so much we’re looking forward to, most especially the opportunity to have proper human conversations, with hugs. Staying connected with family and friends back home in Australia has been both a comfort and a challenge for us while we’ve traveled…

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Holy flying church bells!

If you think little fluffy bunnies delivering Easter eggs is a bit far-fetched, then how do you feel about flying bells dropping chocolate treats to the kids in France? And why not, children love fantasy and this one’s a pretty good tale. My journey of discovery started when I read that church bells…

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What does that expression really mean, “live like a local’? I know I’ve used it, maybe even overused it, and I’ve read lots of stories about the benefit to travelers to slow down and “live like a local”. Our current house sit is for 2 months in a 350 year old barn, converted…

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A hairy life

This morning I noticed the back of Dave’s t-shirt thick with white cat hair from where Doris was sitting on the back of Dave’s chair last night, nuzzling against his neck. I know that makes it sound like we re-wear our clothes, we’re traveling light. Doris loving Dave and leaving her trademark hair Dave and I…

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Canals now and then.

Dave and I have had a fascination for canals and canal boats for many years. Back in 2006 we traveled to Wales and hired a canal boat on the Llangollen Canal, crossing over the majestic 126 foot high Pontcysyllte Aqueduct. On the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct, such a long way down. It was…

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Bradford on Avon, not upon.

A while back I was reading about Bradford on Avon, some kind of forum I think, where a writer called the town Bradford-upon-Avon. Well you wouldn’t believe the indignation of some of the commenters! Apparently it is a great insult to the town to call it Bradford-upon-Avon, although it is…

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London Still

Our time house sitting and wandering around Peckham in London.

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This transit day

The Officer announced gravely, “looks like we have a problem here”. Those are not the words you want to hear as you try to move through UK Immigration. Having just spent 2 weeks enjoying a break in Brussels and Antwerp (with a side to Rotterdam) it was time to head…

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