Victoria Tweed has the assured, gentle voice of a practised storyteller who delights in this world and the opportunities that it offers. She captivates the reader with the challenges a couple of a certain age face by moving to a new country, in this case Queensland, Australia. She reminds us of the satisfaction of being closer to family with innocently amusing grandchildren; of the shocks Australia’s occasionally alarming native wildlife have in store for the unwary; of the frustrations involved in renovating a new-old home with idiosyncratic tradesmen who have their own peculiar ideas about what should be done and when; of the pleasures a new puppy affords and the profound friendships that pets encourage owners to forge with one another.
While sharing amusing, tender, scary and wistful stories, Victoria Twead quietly reminds us that all are pieces of a larger, single, and essentially human story about two married people -- just like ourselves -- with the courage to undertake what we have always wanted to do. Because Victoria and Joe have braved these hazards and still survive, we are gifted the freedom to sit back and enjoy their adventures and occasional mistakes as well as the crises and final delights.
Ultimately, Vicky, as I came to think of her while enjoying this intimate book, discreetly reminds us that we share with one another, as with all living things, our mortality, and so it behoves us to cherish all that we have, while we still have it.
For certain, that’s another reason Victoria Twead’s books are so widely read. They invite us to be armchair adventurers while reminding us of the ties that bind.