D-DAY (PART 2)

So here it is. I've made it back to Australia. After my final two weeks in a little hire car, gradually shedding the last of my possessions at friends' places, saying a lot of goodbyes, and even taking my dog on a tube ride through the heart of London, I finally rocked up to Heathrow airport with 2 suitcases and a crated spaniel. I'll be spending most of the first month squatting in Melbourne and having my heart broken twice a week by visits to the quarantine centre. However, the hound has done remarkably well and is coping admirably (unlike yours truly). I really like Melbourne, though my old home town of Darwin is going to be my base for the next little while, I'm thinking it's likely I'll move down south within a year or two. Melbourne is high on the list of potential destinations...