We've lost our travel fitness! 8 days on the road has seen us trundling back in to Nigel and Wendy's place for some more much-needed R & R. With that being said, we've had some pretty full days. We covered over 1000 miles (1700km), committed four whole days to hiking, and took full advantage of the insanely long daylight hours you get in the Scottish Highlands. This road trip was a Suitcase Of Dreams gift from Nanny and Poppy Whetton. Thank you so much to ...

Anyone who has travelled for an extended period of time will know the exhaustion that sets in after months of adventures. It's counterintuitive; holidays are supposed to refresh and invigorate us. And they do! The TwentyFifteen Plan has been everything we imagined and more so far. But I'll admit; somewhere between 24 hour bus / train transits, altitude sickness, food poisoning and bouts of gastro the shine of constant adventures wears off a little. Furthermore ou...

Our last full day in London became quite the history lesson. Being in a place with sich a rich past and so full of heritage gave us (read: me) the opportunity to come to grips with a bit of the past (which is nigh on impossible in Australia). Our day started at the British Museum. This place has been named inaccurately. A better name would be the World Museum. Although there was a section on British history (swords, 12th Century chess pieces etc.), the vast ma...

For years now we have both been wanting to visit Heston Blumenthal's flagship resraurant 'The Fat Duck'. Since he so inconsiderately moved it from London to Melbourne for 2015, we werent able to go there exactly. However, his second restaurant 'Dinner by Heston Blumenthal' is alive and kicking (and has consistently been ranked one of the top 5 in the world), so the funds Chris and Paul Hatton gave us to fulfil this Suitcase of Dreams experience would go to lunch ...

Soon after arriving in London and finding our accommodation we realised we weren't staying far from Buckingham Palace a.k.a. Queeny's House. As we had half the day remaining, we felt it was our patriotic duty to the Monarch to wander around London until we gazed upon the stone walls she calls home. So we hit the road. After a bit of strolling I got excited. That looks fancy! "Is that Queeny's House?" I asked. Alas; it was something called Big Ben instead. Aptl...