Every time Pete tells me about traffic, grey clouds or angry Britishness, I cry out for Australia. A life on golden coast. Sun-drenched shoulders and sandy feet. Late beach nights, city lights and sunshine breakfasts. Running, cycling, yoga. Moisturized skin, sunglasses and skinny Margaritas. Natural waves, natural skin, bright eyes and boat rides. Papaya and mangoes, gelato, salads, ice tea, Vogue Australia. Holidays to the Indian Ocean. Balconies, dog walks, backgarden hammock, evening wine by the sunset...
