Summer on the Downs


Whilst the official start of summer in the UK isn’t for a few weeks, I always think that June 1st has a symbolic, start of season feel to it.

And, as if in agreement with this sentiment, what a glorious day it was – warm, but not too warm and accompanied by a gentle breeze to propel the fluffy clouds across the sky.

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Two years on


Today it is March 28th – a date that will be forever etched into my mind.

The reason is that it was the date, in 2012, that I zipped up my suitcase and headed off to Sydney airport for a flight to the UK … only this time, clutching a one-way ticket and lugging all my remaining possessions with me.

It seems like it was only yesterday.

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Most mornings in Sydney I would be jolted from my slumber by a loud sound right outside my bedroom window.

Sounding like a cross between a baby crying, a protesting drunk being evicted from a pub at closing time and a member of the Australian cricket team appealing for yet another LBW (not the current team, obviously), it had a uniquely raucous timbre.

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Horse and hound


When I was much younger, my Dad was a keen horseman.

He owned a big grey horse which he kept at a nearby stables and he rode it most weekends.

He would also occasionally disappear off on riding holidays overseas to places like Portugal and South America for “some serious riding”.

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Bonfire Night (part two)

When I told locals recently that this was to be my first bonfire night in Lewes, they would generally look at me with wide eyes before exclaiming, “Well, you’re in for a bit of a treat/surprise/shock/sleepless night”.

And now, having actually experienced my first Lewes Bonfire, I can see what they meant – it was all of those things and more.

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Bonfire night (part one)


Have you ever turned up to a party and found everyone there wearing outlandish fancy dress and all seeming to know each other while you stand alone at the bar, nursing a drink?

(no, me neither, but please imagine the scene if you will)

For that is a little how it feels to be a new(ish) resident of Lewes as November 5th approaches.

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What a load of rubbish


When I lived in Sydney, my mind was hard-wired into a weekly cycle of recycling.

Sunday night was my allocated night – the night I would lug the recycling bins out into the street along with their monster-sized cousin, the wheelie bin.

My recycling was all carefully sorted, of course – blue for newspapers, black for bottles & cans, green for garden waste. A bit of a hassle, but you do your bit, don’t you?

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All things bright and beautiful


There are many ways in which the annual landmarks of the Australian and British calendars are similar.

Some dates like Christmas and Easter are obviously exactly the same (albeit falling in different seasons), whereas other dates such as Mother’s Day and Father’s Day rather confusingly fall at completely different times of year.

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