There’s a beautiful, sad irony in the fact that despite living in the UK for nearly two decades, I’ve barely explored the South Island of New Zealand, or Australia, so on my last trip home I decided to spend 72 hours in Melbourne before rolling over to Auckland.
My plans were simple; catch up with family who I’ve not seen in, well, decades, explore the well regarded Melbourne brunch scene (outside of London, Melbourne allegedly has the biggest Kiwi population in the world – and with many of my family members living there at some point or another I’d well believe it) and just kinda mooch. Oh, and day trip to Phillip Island for a twilight Penguin Parade which, honestly, is one of the top 10 delights of my life.