It’s strange, I don’t think I’d heard or seen the word, ‘globetrotting’ for decades until Aminus3 Photography popped it on their prompt. Nowadays it’s all about wanderlusting and digital-nomading but, I guess, it amounts to the same thing. When I was a kid, globetrotting seemed implausible at best. The Lake District and Anglesey in the UK were the exotic destinations for the family and me. But still, ‘globetrotting’ sat at the back of the mind, spurred on by, of all things, the 80’s hit ‘One Night in Bangkok’.

Imagine my surprise then, decades later to find myself living and working in my second ‘foreign’ country. Foreign is in inverted commas as I’m not even sure that means much to me anymore. It’s not that I don’t feel British so much but, having spent so long out of the UK, living away from the country seems more normal than not. Many (many) years ago, I was diving in The Dominican Republic when the divemaster (a German by birth as I recall) said he didn’t feel German any longer, just international. As a twenty-something I thought he sounded like he was talking out of his behind (I’d just finished watching the 1996 Euro football championships in the UK and I couldn’t have felt more English). But now, all these years later, I think I may have an idea of what he was getting at.