Have you ever heard of a little island called Jersey? Don’t worry not many people have. If truth be told Treeny didn’t even know of its existence until she met Iain. Meeting people while travelling is always interesting for us when introducing ourselves. If it is not the confusion of how to pronounce Iain’s name – that second i really puzzles people – it is trying to understand where he is from. When Iain would say he is born and bred in Jersey people would reply “But you don’t have an American accent”, or most horrifically “Oh, like Jersey Shore”. Iain’s homeland Jersey is a charming little island in the English Channel, only 20km from the coast of Normandy in France and 160km from the south coast of England. This is the REAL Jersey, the 100% original. This is not New Jersey or America. You will not find Snooki here! Only cows, farms, off-shore banking, REAL Jerseymen and Women, castles and some adorable seaside villages. Finally after three and a half years of living in Australia and gallivanting around the globe, Iain made it home!
Two hundred and seventy-seven days later we made it to England, the closest Iain has been to his homeland in three and a half years! Arriving in England we knew it was time to start unwinding, taking a break from life on the road as we catch up with family and friends in the beautiful city of London and in the rolling green countryside towns of Tonbridge, Cambridge, Malvern Hills, then south to Wickham and Portsmouth on the coast.