Devon

A manual car, 3 and a half hours on the road, finally a twisting river unfolds, twee villages, antique & tea shops, a place to call home. Large windows, a small pug, a place to call my own. A month so far, it hits in different ways, is this it? Is this really my home? How do I know? From Sydney, Port Douglas, Broome and three flights back to Sydney, then London and now Devon. A whirlwind and a ride, I am stationary, there is no where else to go.