By the time you read this I will have peeled my eyelids open and embarked on a trip to South Australia to do this.
As a Pom long road trips are a novelty.
In England this is what happens on a busy holiday weekend.
TS and I have been known to just stay home rather than sit in the giant car park that is the UK road system.
Lots of huffing and puffing. Lots of staring at the back of the car in front. Lots of “why did we take this road?”
And the service stations. Hell on earth.
Driving through the lush green countryside of the UK can be wonderful, however, all too soon another town or village appears.
Since we arrived we have driven twice to Adelaide to see my best friend.
Once we left Melbourne,I was staggered at the miles and miles (or should I say kilometre after kilometre) of nothing.
Well, not nothing, obviously.
Wide open spaces. As far as the eye could see. I could not stop exclaiming to TS (who has been in love with Australia since forever and visited several times before we met).
I will never get bored with this.