I married Edward, the boy next door. My life had been quiet and calm whilst Edward's loud and full of life with a big family, but that's us. Having vintage cars, we really enjoyed vintage car rallies and camping. That's how our lifetime of spontaneity, travel and adventure started. We left Rhodesia (Now Zimbabwe), for South Africa before setting sail to Australia in May 1968. It was eight months of mostly mud, dust and corrugated, isolated outback roads, in a trusty 1928 Model A Ford named 'Old Henry' and with a husband who could virtually tie a car together with wire and string and get it back on the road.