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And so, like all adventures, this one has come to an end.

I am back home, about to start the same job, as though nothing has happened in the last four months and I somehow just slept through spring. I certainly don't begrudge coming home, nor does my bank balance. One of the most important things you can have while travelling is a home worth coming back to, otherwise it's just too depressing passing through the arrivals gate.

It's been a great trip, catching up with many awesome people I don't keep in touch with nearly enough. I also got to do many things I would never do at home; I spent three days straight on a train, rode a bike without a helmet, got around to reading Dickens and got myself into a gallery, or two. I drank Bordeaux red in Bordeaux, ate Cheddar Cheese in Cheddar and Danced to Architecture in Helsinki amid the Architecture of Helsinki.

So now it's time to roll the credits. Hair and makeup done by no one, film and camera work done by team Gawne, catering by the many along the way. Thank you to all of you who lent me your spare beds, couches, floors, who showed us your fabulous cities, who helped me get found when I was lost, who fed and watered me, who put up with me and who were foolish enough to read this blog.

Now that I've unpacked I can start planning the next trip.