I would love to go to Australia, many years ago my husbands grandparents and children emigrated there, when they arrived they picked a plot of land and built a wooden house. That was in a place called Wollongong. I heard many stories from them , when they left they lived in THe Lake District , there was an old man sitting on a gate, he shook his head and said ‘ you’ll be back’ many years later they returned, the old man was still sitting on the gate, he said I told you , you’d be back, My husbands grandma replied “ while you’ve sat there we have been twice around the world” The stories they told me always sounded fantastic Christmas dinner on the beach, spiders etc. I would really love to go to Australia, but my husband is now disabled so just a dream.