BLOG 1: England: Tunnels, Pints and Pasties and the perils of falling asleep as a car passenger.
Dover, Southampton & Bath, England. The song, 'There'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover' sums up the magic of the cliffs quite well. "That's unlikely to happen with blue birds being native to America," my cousin once told me. Although, she'd heard the fact on the British TV show QI. I would have just claimed the fact as my own wittiness. My cousin is Caitlin. A pale, bright ginger-haired and seemingly intelligent 24-year-old from my mum's side, who has the same odd sense of humour as me (poor thing), with the same penchant for singing the entire Sound of Music or Lion King score on long car trips, regardless of our passengers' tastes. Living in Dover, Caitlin decided it was rather convenient to come to France and support our cousin, Kerry and I (we had been singing with Voices of Birralee in the Western Front Anzac Day Commemorations - awesome trip, you can read about it via this blog ). It was lovely to be able to sh...