Surviving a 12 hour train ride from Sydney to Melbourne

So, our flight was cancelled. There were no re-bookable flights today to Melbourne, so the train it was. Even if this is a twelve hour journey, we still get there much sooner than we would have if we booked the next available flight. I mean, if it is an experience I can blog about it’s well worth it, right?

So with that, here is my next travel update.

From the creator of “My Flight was Cancelled Because of the Rain”, here is:


I had way more fun creating that than I care to admit. But please, sit back, relax and allow me to describe how much fun I could have been having in Melbourne in these twelve hours if my flight wasn’t cancelled. Here is a little insight into my journey.


Now to be fair, we booked a first class cabin. Our seats didn’t recline like they would have done in economy, but we had so much more legroom and this was an absolute necessity on such a long journey. I am not sure how many, if any, in economy were also doing Sydney to Melbourne (there were plenty of stops in between) but to those that did, I salute you. There was room to move about throughout the cabins, but unlike a flight of such a duration, no on-board entertainment.


There was also no WiFi during the trip, so having enough data to see you through is a must. That or a good music selection. Or a need to sleep. Any of these will keep you sane.


I did like the little rooms we had and the corridors leading through the carriages. It reminded me of any movie I have ever seen featuring a long train journey. On a night time, travellers are allowed to close the curtains, but only on night journeys. Bunk beds can also be pulled out from above the seats, but again strictly for overnight commutes.


Having the door open or closed didn’t really affect the legroom as I could pretty much stretch my legs regardless. Closing the door added a little more privacy, but because you can’t close the curtains it didn’t make too much difference.


Half way through the journey we got peckish. What I really liked about the train is that anyone could wander down to the food carriage and purchase food and beverages. It had to have such a carriage on board of course with those in the same boat as us not having time to jump off and grab a snack at any of the stations. This was a few carriages down thankfully… any closer and I would have probably paid this man a visit a lot more often. Boredom and eating go hand in hand.


I call this stop ‘Dwayne’s World’.


We were told that this plug socket was only for shavers, however lots of people used laptops and phones and staff members walked by without saying anything, so we used them. It is crazy to think a train journey of this length wouldn’t have plug sockets for phones and laptops!


Now I mentioned no on-board entertainment earlier, that was the case until the driver got very angry with a certain passenger for smoking in the toilets, setting off the smoke alarm and shutting down the air con in some of the carriages. He talked to the passengers over the speaker system, unaware of who the culprit was and saying ‘whoever you are, you are an incredibly stupid and selfish individual and if anyone knows who it is, please give him or her a big thank you from me.

What a legend.

After this great speech (probably hour ten or so) I noticed a few rooms were vacant. I made the most of the space whilst my friend slept and enjoyed a room to myself.


The countryside reminded me of being back home. The lush green fields outside the window was like taking the train from Newcastle to London back in September 2017 for my flight over here. It was nice to be reminded of home.


And eventually after almost a whole day on the tracks and a million stops, we could see Melbourne on the horizon. And what a good feeling it was to see this great city! It sure looks huge, and despite only having a couple of days to enjoy it, I am sure we won’t run out of things to do.

Melbourne updates coming soon…




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I got club lounge access!

During this trip to Sydney and Melbourne I did not stay in one hostel despite that being my norm all the way down Australia’s east coast. My friend hates them. I agreed we wouldn’t stay in one and that was that. I do however work in hotels, and therefore get great discounts in many hotels around Asia Pacific. In fact, each hotel we stayed at during this time was within my hotel chain and despite not being as cheap as it would have been in a hostel, it really wasn’t far off.

Most of the time.

After taking the train up to the Blue Mountains for the bargain price of $2.50 on a Sunday, we made our way back to the city and booked the Pullman Sydney Hyde Park. This is just five minutes from Museum Station and a great location in the CBD. Here is a view from our room, overlooking Hyde Park and the skyline. To the right of the second image the Sydney Tower Eye can be seen, the tallest structure in Sydney and the Southern Hemisphere’s second tallest observation tower.


We bagged a room on the club level floor, when looking for hotels with my discount this one came up and for the rate it was, it was 100% worth it. It came to $185 per night, so between two of us in an executive twin bed room with executive lounge access, it was a great deal. It isn’t often I stay in hotels, especially five star, so being able to enjoy the service instead of providing it in my job was great.


I am a backpacker and therefore to justify spending money on a hotel of this standard leading up to Christmas, I really needed to make the most of the lounge.

So that I did.


It wasn’t huge, but it didn’t need to be as there were only a handful of people there when we arrived. In fact after a few drinks we all got chatting, we met some nice people and shared stories. The gentleman serving us both nights was pleasant, ensuring we had another drink once we finished ours and reminded us to make the most of the food and drink just before he closed up. Trust me, we did.


Soft drinks and snacks were available 24/7 of course, and breakfast was included each morning. The benefit club lounge breakfast has over the standard breakfast in hotels is that despite being more limited, it isn’t as hectic with everyone fighting over the buffet. From here it is a much more relaxed environment with some of the best views Sydney has to offer.

Could you tell I was in my element?


Sadly I won’t be experiencing another five star hotel any time soon. Back to hostels and saving as much as possible, but it was sure worth booking. Everything in moderation including moderation, and this kind of experience is what we live for, right? This was a great stay and a good end to our trip to Sydney. Thankfully the rain held off, we were warned of some big storms heading our way. Nothing yet, we will just have to wait and see…


Have you stayed in club lounge before? What has your favourite hotel experience been to date? Let me know and as always, see you in the comments!



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My Australian journey so far (warning, lots of photos!)

As I will be based in Brisbane for a while now it is nice to look back on the journey I have had and plan where to head from here. So far it has been a great experience and I needed to settle somewhere to take it all in.

This post was inspired by the lovely Pat over at AtheistsMeow, with the question:

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Thanks Pat and I will try to answer it.

So far, I have only travelled the east coast of Australia. Getting the train from Newcastle to London, I stayed over night before taking off from Heathrow on my first leg of the long haul to Singapore. A short three hour train ride, a quick glance at Platform 9 and Three Quarters and a nice hotel room at the airport. It was a very pleasant start to the journey, despite the weight of the backpack I was carrying to the other side of the world.




And then, something I was really looking forward to. My first ride on an A380, with Singapore Airlines. This was a great flight and a really good airline. On top of this, I took time during my 17 hour layover (that’s right, 17 hours!) to look around Singapore Airport and the city itself.




After the shorter Singapore to Sydney flight and the 37 hour journey, my first sight in Australia.


This isn’t the last shot I took of the harbour, I would go on to take approximately 1,835,265 more photos in my six months here.


My six month contract at work was ending, and I realised I had six months left to carry out my 88 days farmwork to extend my visa. I had a short but very fun weeks holiday in Cairns to the Great Barrier Reef with friends before flying back to Sydney to finish my contract.




My contract ended, a farm south of Townsville was hiring and I made my way up there via Brisbane.


This was a tough, amazing and sometimes terrifying 88 days of farmwork to gain my second year visa.


I finished this with a month to spare, gained my visa immediately after applying and made my way down the east coast. First stop, Townsville for the night.


And then down to Airlie Beach, the gateway to the Whitsundays…


From here, I spent a few days in Hervey Bay, taking the overnight coach. Why is the below shot so blurry?! I blame tiredness…


Made it!


I was planning on heading to Fraser Island from here, but later learned that I could do this further down in Noosa and it would be a much shorter ferry trip. So instead, I spent the time unwinding and walking up this impressively long pier.


Then, Noosa and Fraser Island. One photo does not do this justice at all and there is so much to do on this sand island, a single picture cannot sum it up. My full trip can be seen in a series of Travel Diary posts linked at the bottom of this post.


And here I am, typing this from the city of Brisbane that I ran out of money and found employment in. This is a good thing, as it gives me time to settle, base myself and get to know the city very well.


Now, to finally answer Pat’s question. My plan from here is to visit the Gold Coast, Byron Bay and head on down to Melbourne. I will take short breaks in the first two destinations and hopefully base myself in Melbourne and try to find employment here too, once my current contract runs out in March. As I am on a working holiday visa, I can only work for 6 months with any one company. I also want to visit Adelaide and visit the Twelve Apostles between Melbourne and Adelaide. Kangaroo Island near Adelaide is also on the list before heading to Perth. Admittedly I do not know much about the west coast other than Perth, however I have been told it is absolutely beautiful. For this reason, I feel I would be missing out if I didn’t visit it between now and September next year.

It would be great to do a full clockwise circle around Australia, and then head to New Zealand as I probably won’t be this close again. That is the plan anyway. Even if I take flights from various points around Australia to achieve this full circle, I would be happy to see some areas I may not have planned to previously. Darwin and Uluru are on the list too. New Zealand is 100% somewhere I will be heading to at some point, there isn’t many countries such a short flight away from here! Heck, some Australian cities are further away from me right now than New Zealand is.

So to summarise, the west coast hopefully, New Zealand definitely. It is not that I don’t want to visit the west coast, it is just about planning and finding the time. I am barely into my second year visa but I plan to be in Brisbane and Melbourne for longer periods.

Thank you again Pat for the question. My Travel Diary will have the answers throughout 2019!



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Australia is a very small country

As I was walking to the library yesterday here in Brisbane, a girl caught my eye. I crossed one of the pedestrian bridges carrying my laptop and as I stepped onto the south bank, two girls were standing there chatting. I thought I recognised them, and upon second glance realised where I had seen them before. One of them was this girl.


I met them on Fraser Island, on the same coach tour for the two days I was there. I liked this shot as the people can be used a reference point to understand the ships size. I didn’t say hello as I was already walking away when trying to figure out how I knew them. I regret it now, as I may never see them again and it would have been nice to know where they have been since Fraser.

Fraser Island is pretty far away from here. For an idea of the distance, I’ve added a map below. You guys should know I love my Google Maps as a reference.


It is a good 8 hours from here, so seeing them again was pretty cool. However this isn’t the first time I have bumped into people in a far away place, nor is the furthest distance. On my travels down the east coast, I bumped into two people in Noosa that I did farmwork with up in northern Queensland.


Pretty far indeed. This became a regular occurrence on my way down the various stops from Ayr to Brisbane, every destination I went to I checked into the same hostels with the same people doing their own thing. I eventually became friends with a group and I would hang out with them wherever we were. People are either going up the east coast or down and often staying in hostels, so bumping into the same people on route is a regular occurrence despite this being the sixth largest country in the world.

I am sure I will keep seeing people I have met whilst I travel, and I like that it is so easy to do so in Australia.

Still, Noosa isn’t the most impressive example of this.

When I visited New York City in 2008 with college, I was checking out of my hotel quite close to the Empire State Building. As we were all sitting with our bags waiting for the coach to pick us up, I heard ‘Sam, is that you?‘. We all looked up to see who was asking, and it turned out to be a friend from my hometown. I couldn’t believe it, and it still didn’t sink in as I was boarding the coach. How crazy was it to be on the other side of the world yet in the same building as a friend from home?


Have you ever bumped into someone in a place you wouldn’t expect? Where were you at the time?

The world is a very small place.



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A boat called Turning Point

I have had this post in my drafts for a while. I thought I would finally finish it and put it out there. I may have posted something similar as this was an experience I had and I always post about my travel experiences at the time of having them. I have definitely used this photo for a post at the time I took it too, that’s for sure.

When I was doing farmwork, two of the days consisted of taking a boat ride to a peninsula that was only reachable by boat. There was a small stretch of land that stuck out of the Australian coastline and only the tip of this piece of land was inhabited by around five or six homes. One of these homes was owned by our farmer and he wanted our team of eight to help him with a home makeover. We painted, polished, gardened, drank beer and barbecued. It was cut off by rocky, mountainous regions and dense rain-forest, so we headed their via boat.

The boat we used to get there was called Turning Point.


The name has a story. My farmer told me that he has worked all his life and wanted change as he reaches old age. He has been very grateful that his wife supported his high work ethic and long hours that comes owning a farm and stood by him all these decades. He wants to sell the farm and enjoy free time to travel with his wife. He hasn’t travelled before. Whenever he feels like he doesn’t want to sell off the farm and stick to what he has always done, he takes his boat- Turning Point- out to sea and reminds himself that he needs a turning point in his life.

I like the idea that he has this method to remind himself that change is needed. Something to do that changes his perspective and drags him out of the daily routine he has had for decades. A window into a new life that has never been experienced.

I need one of these, somewhere to go that reminds me of my goals. But then again, I believe that is what this working holiday visa is for. Every day I spend in an environment that isn’t the one I grew up in reminds me that I love my life and that I don’t want to go back to square one. I want to keep progressing, travelling and blogging about it. This visa was my turning point.


What is your turning point? Do you have something to go to that reminds you to change a bad habit or daily routing that you have wanted to escape for a long time, or experience something completely new? Let me know in the comments and as always, I will see you there.

This was a great trip working with these farmers, and the experiences I gained will stay with me for a long time.


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When you walk through the places in your pictures

Have you ever gazed at the image of a place you have always wanted to go in your life, and then more recently took a moment to realise you are finally in that place? I did this when I first landed in Sydney, viewing the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Opera House on the train from the airport.


It was one of the first times the view almost took my breath away, purely because it took me so long to get here and it is a sight I have been brought up seeing constantly on TV. It is comparable to seeing a famous person I guess. Being able to touch the places you never imagined visiting can be pretty surreal.


I thought of this as I looked back at some photos in my camera roll, and this photo in particular. It is the shot I took from my flight from Sydney to Townsville via Brisbane. I was heading north to do my farmwork in March and got this great shot of Brisbane from above. I can’t believe this was in March. Time flies.


Looking back at this photo was interesting, as I am in this view right now. The past me is looking down at the future me, looking down at the streets of people that I am now walking with, currently looking up at the airplanes that brought me here. It is amazing how flying makes cities look like towns. The skyscrapers I am dwarfed by look insignificant from above.

I was amongst those clouds somewhere, back in March

So, where am I? Right now as I type this post I am in the airplane shot. More specifically, here, chilling with a coffee and a blueberry muffin.


What is strange to me is that I haven’t left the area you can see in three weeks. This didn’t seem like anything until now, it is such a vast area but it looks tiny from here. I wonder when I will for the first time…

Have you ever had a similar feeling from finally being in the place you have always wanted to visit? Was it a holiday destination or a specific landmark? It guess it could also be seeing a sports team or your favourite artist perform.

Let me know in the comments 🙂

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Travel Diary: The Whitsundays are stunning

What does a $20,000 fine, Johnny Depp and Cyclone Debbie have in common?

Well, this post.

I am not going to lie, after staying in Townsville for the night I was still unsure where I was going to travel to. I had two friends leave me for Magnetic Island (they are in a relationship so I did not want to third wheel) and one friend heading on a flight to Sydney at noon. We had a beer as he (almost) considered scrapping the flight altogether and joining me on my travels up -or down- the east coast.

I decided that a coach up to Cairns would be too long, 5 hours and 40 minutes, considering I have been already. What I was considering was Port Douglas even further north as I have two friends in a hostel there and then making my way south, with a connecting bus at Cairns. I decided against this and against visiting Magnetic Island (a popular island that can be seen from the beach in Townsville) and made the decision to head down to Airlie Beach a couple hours south. This is not a decision I regret and you will soon see why.

But before, a quick rundown of my journey.

Here you can see the 5 hour 40 minute drive to Cairns from Townsville, and the 3 hour 30 minute drive that I decided on from Townsville to Airlie Beach.

The location in which I did 88 days farmwork was roughly an hour into this journey south, so you could probably place it roughly on this route map. I know I know, I went an hour north only to do that same journey back the following day. But I was with friends saying my goodbyes.

This three and a half hour journey would get you through a decent chunk of the U.K from Newcastle.

But not in Australia…

After a smooth journey down, I made it to Airlie Beach.

Airlie Beach is a small town resort that reminds me of the resorts seen in Europe. Well, more so than the places I have visited so far but I am I am only getting started. The busy strip of cafes, bars, and restaurants and the live music oozing out onto the street. It was a very warm welcome after five months farming.

Heading down the road from my hostel was Airlie Beach itself and it was a great day to stop for a moment and of course, a quick snap.

But this wasn’t the beach I came here for. As beautiful as it is, Airlie Beach is popular for being the gateway to The Whitsundays and the Great Barrier Reef.

Psst…I have added a link at the bottom of this post to their tourism website for anyone wanting a browse!

I booked this boat trip last minute. Heck, I have booked everything last minute. The Whitsundays are roughly an hour out to sea on a fast boat, and I went with a company called Ocean Rafting. I went on one of their boats called Thunderstruck and for any rock fans out there, they played some cracking music. I will add a link to their website too as it was a fantastic company to book with, boasting truly amazing TripAdvisor reviews.

The start of the sail was great fun, we raced with their sister boat towards the islands that make up The Whitsundays.

A couple of quick facts:

Number of islands: 74 

It is located between the north east coast of Queensland and the Great Barrier Reef, meaning it is possible to swim in coral reefs on the shores of these islands. 

Whale season is between June to September, and they can be frequently seen during their annual migration north over the winter months.

…and despite not being on a whale watching tour, the team were great and kept a look out.

And we saw some for ourselves in the distance!

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The trip itself was of course beautiful. There is in fact a resort on one of the islands and an airport, bringing it to life. Sail boats were happy to return a wave too, making this a very pleasant trip.

Our first stop, swimming in the coral reef for a total of one hour. We saw fish, we saw impressive coral, we saw a turtle!

(The three underwater images were taken by the staff on GoPro’s, I bought and downloaded them from their site after the visit.)


Our next stop was a few minutes sail to Whitehaven Beach. I don’t really need to add much of an intro here.

This beach is unique. It is 98% silica which gives it this white colour. This also means that no matter now hot the day gets, it won’t burn your feet. The sand can be used to exfoliate, brush your teeth and polish real silver and gold jewelry. Seriously.

Think again about taking some home for a souvenir though. Patrols monitor the beaches and if caught can lead to an on the spot $20,000 fine! It is much better to take photos and add it to a blog post.

After being on the sand for a few minutes, we were called back for lunch. A great lunch (the prawns in particular were fantastic) accompanied with a beer.

After eating we went back out for a little more exploration. Helicopters were frequently taking off and landing and one group had the right idea by bringing a drone. I did notice signing in on an iPad in the morning that I had to notify them if I had one.

Sadly, many trees have been damaged by Cyclone Debbie last year resulting in a row of uprooted trees as far as the eye can see. A pretty fascinating sight however and it added to the landscape in a weird way. Maybe I am biased as I have always been fascinated by natural disasters and extreme weather.

One more stop, a bush walk at Hill Inlet Lookout at the northern end of the beach. This was again a few minutes sail and a fairly long but great walk up the sand that was hardly touched by people. In fact crabs seem to leave the biggest marks in the sand, you can certainly tell this is a fairly isolated beach.

Another quick fact, this beach is widely regarded the best in Australia and regularly rated 5th best in the world with 3.5 million visitors annually. After the 15 minute walk through the rising footpath, it can be seen why.


The sand to the right of my sunburnt, northern-English face is in fact where Jonny Depp stood in a scene from one of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. Bonus points if you know which one.

As all trips come to end, we headed back to the mainland. We spotted another whale in the distance, truly topping off what was a great trip. 

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FYI, I was on the Southern Lights trip, consisting of one snorkel session and two beach trips. Another package can be bought, the Northern Exposure that provides two snorkel sessions and one beach walk. Both get amazing reviews and I would highly recommend. The Northern Exposure was fully booked, but as I have snorkeled before I was more than happy with two beach stops.

Check out Tourism Whitsundays website here.

Check out Ocean Rafting’s website to book and find out more here.

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Five days left: I’m going to miss the sunrise and sunsets

I’m surrounded by farmland. No surprise there considering I’m in a farming town doing 88 days of farmwork, but I would like to provide something for you to visualise. Miles upon miles of flat ground as far as the eye can see, with large mountains on the horizon no matter which way I look. 

This makes for some incredible sunsets. Coming from a small farming village in England, the hilly terrain and often cloudy skies made sunsets a rare spectacle. Here, they are unobstructed and shine bright. The sunrises also make getting up at 5.30am worth it.

Here are a few shots I have from various farms and areas of the Burdekin.

It is weird that this is something that occurs night and day, yet never gets boring. That’s how awesome nature is. Something that beautiful and immense that we simply have to appreciate it, no matter how many of these we have counted in our lifetimes. 

Six days left: I’m going to miss the alcohol

Alcohol is a weird thing. I cannot think of anything else that people (including me) both love and hate so much. Maybe marriage from what I have gathered… It’s hard to live with or without. 

You see, when you are stuck in a small town with little to do (or haven’t already done), alcohol is the answer. And when you are in a hostel with 200+ other twentysomethings, alcohol is the answer to everything. It helps you to relax after a hard day on the farm in increasingly hot temperatures as the winter comes to an end. It is a friend when you are off and all your friends are working. It’s a help when it is too hot, it is a great beer-jacket when it is too cold. Alcohol is the answer, until the day comes when we get bored of making it the answer. 

I have said it many times, this place is just like being back at university. It’s as much of a party hostel as it is a working one. It is safe to say that I cannot wait to end this constant flow of booze and live a (slightly) healthier lifestyle outside of Ayr, however if it wasn’t for the alcohol I wouldn’t have had so many funny stories and hilarious encounters with people. If it wasn’t for alcohol, I probably wouldn’t have half the friends I have. I can be pretty socially awkward and a pint is the great escape from that. 

Or goon for that matter. Just don’t tell the hostel, it’s banned.

Nine days left: I’m going to miss the simple life :(

I love small towns. People say hello as I walk by. Shopkeepers remember me. I could be waiting to cross the road and a car will stop right there to let me cross without a crossing in sight. What’s the rush? No traffic jams, no rush hours, no long journeys home. Everything is calm. 

Not that I would want to move back to a small town, not yet anyway. The chilled life isn’t one I would recommend for young people due to the lack of opportunities. But for those that like this kind of life, good for you. I can see why.

It is nice to experience one again. I’m currently working around the corner from my hostel, behind the hospital which has greatly reduced my stress of potentially being bitten by a venomous snake. We leave for work at 6.10am and get there at 6.20am, enough time to drink our coffee from the flask before our 6.30am start. Half the journey is through the farm itself and into the shed. 

I would complain about the early start and freezing cold weather (yep, even the tropical north has cold winter weather), but the sunrise makes up for this.

After work, we have little to do but socialise with our fellow backpackers and choose between the five pubs and restaurants that grace the towns main street. There is nothing but the main street. 

This is the Main Street in Ayr. Autocorrect keeps changing ‘main street’ to capitals thinking it is the actual name of the street so I have given up. This is where most of the fun happens… Not exactly the Vegas Strip though!

This makes it easy to find friends… if they aren’t in the hostel, I can probably guess where they are in two or three guesses. It also makes it very hard to find alone time, such as this present moment as I enjoy a pint and some loaded pork fries. I took this shot below to show you this beautiful dog, a rescued dog in fact. 

As I’m typing, regulars are coming in. I have been finishing early this week on my current farm as we have picked all the pumpkins we can, now we are cleaning up the farm and preparing it for the end of season. This is being spread over the week to give us more farmwork days, instead of us working overtime and doing it in 2-3 days. The regulars coming in are the same ones I’ve seen everytime I’ve been in here. Older regulars that I assume are locals and have been for a very long time. It makes me think. Have they lived here all their lives? This is one of the reasons I left my country to travel. 

I remember my home village and know that I will see the same people going into the same shops and pubs when I head back home as I did when I was growing up. It freaks me out a little. Life is too short and the world is too big for me to stay in one place. I won’t be travelling forever, but if I had one piece of advice for young people today, it is travel. There is more opportunity now than there ever was. Make the most of it.

But there is something about experiencing this small town life that I have enjoyed. It is all the good stuff that this kind of laid-back lifestyle provides. The friendliness of the locals. The ablility to walk down the street without bumping into a thousand people on the way. The chance that when you do bump into someone it is someone you already know. It hasn’t been enough for me to want to relocate to a small town permanently, but it is something I have enjoyed whilst I complete my farmwork. 

Small towns have a different kind of beauty and I am glad to experience one again, I am just pleased it isn’t for too long.