Leaving day

Well, I'm off.

I spent yesterday packing and repacking over and over again. Got rid of my big bag and an enormous amount of clothes. I'm now probably taking a quarter of what I had.

I rode to Victoria Station, which I was worried about, but it went fine. Only one guy swore at me. But he was driving a Prius so it doesn't really count.

At the station, security wanted to destroy my bike. I guess unless you're sitting on it they consider it unattended. I got a bit of a telling off. I'm sure it won't be the last.

I'm really sad to be leaving now. I can't seriously say I'll never be back to live. London is too great a city to make outrageous claims like that. Plus work keeps giving me farewell gifts so I'll come back for more of those.

It is the people that I will miss the most. All the rough times in London have been because people have left and you have to find new people. Now I'm one of those people leaving.

Similarly the good times have been spent with great people and there have been so many good times.

The weather today feels like a warm winters day in Australia. I have to remind myself that I'm not on my way to play football in Port Macquarie. The nerves feel the same as well. You don't generally go past castles on the way to Port Macquarie though.

I'm sharing this blog now, so if any children from school are reading it I'd ask that you have your mum or dad read it first to check it is suitable. Pascal, this means you :)