Every morning, I travel to a British countryside

And an American yard and a French barn. Sometimes I travel to the Carribean, or scale some of Asia’s finest mountain ranges.

Occasionally I have a cup of mint or camomile or white tea on the journey. Oh and some fried green eggs and ham. And scones with clotted cream.

But I am always back in time for work.

I love how Tumblr can take me places, and just for a few glorious moments, I feel like I’ve been transported over seas, past rising suns, to an often less populated, green scape.

Pinterest too. But not all social media gives you that kick. Facebook keeps me eternally grounded in the fact that I am still in sunny Singapore and not someplace with a wintry spell in need of a glowing fireplace.

For the love of travelling, heady pine-scented floors and snowy peaks.