The UK is our home country and despite all its faults (Brexit for one…) we still believe it’s a country worth visiting. London was our home for four years before we left to travel and it remains our favourite city in the world. We usually return to the UK at least once a year to visit family and friends and do some house sitting in the capital. Check out our travel musings and stories from the UK.
It’s a strange feeling to be so close to the very thing I’ve wanted for so long; to be on the verge of doing something that used to feel virtually impossible. I can’t believe that in 15 weeks’ time we’ll be out there travelling the world after years of dreaming, saving up our money and obsessively planning our travel adventure. I should be jumping-for-joy ecstatic, singing-from-the-rooftops excited – and don’t get me wrong, I am – but why do I also feel so incredibly sad?
What brings thousands of women out on a cold, wet, dark November night in London? What would make us angry enough to march through the streets of London waving placards, singing, blowing whistles and foghorns?