Back home in the New Forest
Home is where you hang your hat, I think thats true for most of us, right?
After ten amazing months, living the good life in Australia, Joel and I have touched down in the UK and are back home, in Emery Down, The New Forest.
Thankfully, the weather on our arrival was sunny, and uncharacteristically on-par with the temperatures we left in Sydney just 24 hours before, which softened the blow. There wasn’t a coat or umbrella in sight, we were even able dine alfresco!
It feels really good to be home. Having not seen my family or friends (and especially my twinny) for so long, I was in desperate need of some time with them.
Our homecoming was made especially poignant as Joel asked me to marry him whilst we were away! So we are now betrothed, I’m going to be a bride, and we are starting the next chapter at home together in the forest. (I will save our engagement story for another post.) So much champagne and celebrating has been had since we arrived; a month into being home and we are only just coming back down to earth.(And sobering up!)
So, we are back in Emery Down, a small village just over a mile away from one of the bigger tourist haunts, Lyndhurst.
It’s magical here. Emery Down is a quaint little place, dotted with thatched cottages along small country lanes. Being over the cattle grids, it’s quite common to see rogue, wild horses and cows wandering around. This is particularly sweet in the spring when the forest is crawling with oh-so-cute baby everythings.
Small claim to fame – just outside of the border of our teeny village is one of Hampshire’s most photographed homes, and there’s my mummy posing in front of it.
There’s also a rather twee 1930’s phone box that’s been restored as a local information kiosk. Residents use it as a mini- library, to swap books and nick-nacks.
I have gone from one wildlife-filled back garden to another, but this time with slightly fewer things here that are trying kill me. Emery Down is slap-bang in the middle of the 1000-year-old New Forest and is full of quintessentially British wildlife, that I often find around the house. Sadly though, there is not a kangaroo or possum in sight.
It’s taken me a while to acclimatise and not feel the need to scan the ground for snakes and spiders whilst trudging through the undergrowth. Spending time in Australia — surrounded by some if the biggest and deadliest spiders in the world – has almost certainly cured me of any England-specific arachnophobia I ever had!
The New Forest is a beautiful place to live and I can’t complain about being home. Lyndhurst has so much to offer and it’s very green; it helps if you like lots of green.
As much as I miss Australia, I know we will be back soon. We are already planning our next adventure of the Western coast, to explore the wonders of Perth.
I have a backup of posts to blog about and couldn’t find the time to write them whilst away, so from here on out my Aussie posts will be retrospective. You don’t mind me reminiscing with the occasional Throwback Thursday, do ya?
It’s good being home and back with the people I love. You can jump on a plane and go anywhere in the world, but home really is where I hang my hat.