After months of waiting, we finally picked up Buttercup from Southhampton, in the UK, and drove her to Jamie's Mums. It was a fairly easy drive of a couple of hours and the people at port were so friendly and helpful.

If you're new to this blog, we shipped it from Australia to the UK - yes, slightly crazy, but there ya go.

Whilst no one could believe it, especially after the surfboard incident, she was in perfect condition. The port guys helped us put the boards on the top and we were away. Jamie was nervous as he wasn't sure how she'd handle driving on UK roads but she was great - he'd done so much work to her before hand. She sat nicely below the speed limit at 60 miles an hour but I think she'd do a bit more on the m27 just to survive.

The wierd thing was that it didn't really hit us until Jamie said: 'look, that's an iron age hill fort' (Clay Hill, Salisbury) and then I was like - omg we are driving our freaking Landie in ENGLAND!

If you've been following our instagram @roving_tracks you'd know all this already as you would have seen the drive up to Jamie's Mum's via the narrow lanes.

At last, there she was, like she'd always been. Quite the emotional reunion. I was emotional enough as it was as I'd just spoken to my folks about Dad's new chemo next Friday (the cancer has progressed) and went straight to fight or flight mode. Needless to say I went to bed early.

I tell ya what it was pretty good to wake up in the morning and find her there. So awesome. Now we're spending a few days getting her ready to go to Morocco.