One of the first things my husband said to me when we were clearly 'an item' was that he wanted to go home, a life on a farm in Zimbabwe seemed so terribly exciting, distant and exotic.  This was at 5am after a very heavy booze filled evening in the heady first days of being 'us& Read more...

One of the first things my husband said to me when we were clearly 'an item' was that he wanted to go home, a life on a farm in Zimbabwe seemed so terribly exciting, distant and exotic.  This was at 5am after a very heavy booze filled evening in the heady first days of being 'us'.  Our City jobs in London and smart flat in Richmond seemed terribly run of the mill and the final days of commuting couldn't come to an end quickly enough.

So I found myself, married, small baby in tow and living on a remote farm in Zimbabwe, the smart coffee shops and over-expensive clothes shops a distant memory that I occasionally covet, but not as much as the English country side that I miss very much.  

Sadly, Zim didn't work out, a quick internet search will tell you it's a desperate place at the moment and there was just too much stacked against  us.  The parents in law are still on their farm, so we have plenty of updates about life there. 

We're now back in England, another arrival to complete the family came along soon after we arrived back.  For the time being we're in the South-West, whilst my husband completes a Masters, then we'll be off again. 

Life has been turned on it's head, all our own doing and on the hard days we only have to think about the platform of the Waterloo & City train at about 7.30am to remind us what we left behind! 

A photo a day began as a way of keeping in touch with home, it's now become a daily event and brilliant way of reminding ourselves of small things that would normally be forgotten.