British banking 101

British banking 101

This week I’ve opened my own U.K. bank account, two months after my arrival in the country. Given the nature of my visa, the fact I had a residency card and the ease in which Adam was able to open a bank account in Australia we made the assumption it would be a similar straight forward process in England. However, as we discovered, it was a little more complicated than that!

Visa cards sitting on top of a ladies wallet

The bank where I’ve opened my account required multiple forms of identification as well as a proof of address. My passport, visa stamp and residency card covered the identification requirements. Normally I’d whip out an old phone or electricity bill as proof of address – but as I’d only been in the country a few weeks I didn’t have any letters of that nature.

Adam suggested I apply for a National Insurance Number (similar to an Australian Tax File Number) as I’d need it to be able to work in England. That required a phone call to HMRC (Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs), an application pack was sent out where I had to fill out a number of forms and send away copies of my identification documents. We’d been advised the application letter wasn’t a suitable proof of address, but that the letter with the actual NIN would be.

My NIN was issued on a letterhead from Jobcentre Plus (a privatised section of HMRC), and couldn’t be accepted by the bank so I had to ring HMRC again explain the situation and ask them to reissue my NIN letter on a HMRC letterhead.

After four in-branch appointments I finally had success and now feel like a fully functioning adult again! Thankfully I had Adam, who had his accounts and we were able to get by with him using his bank cards and me using cash.

After so many years of relying of my ‘plastic’ it was a bit unusual going back to using physical money again. I became a lot more aware of what I was buying, but it was a hassle at times making sure I always had enough cash on me to cover expenses.

Two twenty pound notes

I am aware of services set up to help people who are applying for visas in the U.K.  Many of them, as part of various packages, offer setting up a bank account.  If you’re considering a similar move to me and Adam, I would seriously consider investigating such deals. You obviously pay for the service, but it might save you a good amount of time and effort when you arrive.  If you don’t have a partner, friends or family in England with an already set up account, I imagine it would be even harder. It was a lesson I’ve certainly learnt the long way, but it feels good to finally have another bit of life maintenance complete!

 

Christmas

Christmas

 

Sometimes the unplanned, imperfect pictures are the best ones. It can be so easy to share images of perfectly stylised celebrations, but for me that’s not what Christmas is all about. It’s about the sitting room floor getting covered in torn wrapping paper, the dog bringing in a half chewed stick and gnawing it on the rug, spilling gravy on the table cloth and sneaky afternoon naps while wearing a paper crown.

So this is what my first English Christmas looked like: Sunny and mild (gasp!), with clumsily held video calls to Australia involving dorky family traditions, gifts to help me adapt to the English way of life, way too much food and magical lights in all the right places.

Looking towards the Malvern Hills from Malvern Wells.

A video call to my parents in Australia.

Christmas gifts about becoming more British.

A full Christmas dinner.

Star lights in the conservatory.

It was perfect. Who needs a Christmas Day that looks like it should be on the pages of a magazine, when you can have your nearest and dearest nearby laughing, eating and simply being them?!

I trust you all had a lovely Christmas Day and are now in the post December 25th haze, taking it easy… or finding a bargain at the Boxing Day sales!

PS – The Christmas elves came and overhauled the blog over the weekend. Hope you like the changes!

Let the wrapping begin

Let the wrapping begin

I find there are two sorts of people in life – those who love wrapping presents and those who’ll happily pawn the task off to others.  I’m in the first camp. As a child growing up my mum was always pretty particular about the styling of her Christmas tree. Gifts had to coordinate with the tree and a general colour scheme was adopted every year. I have fond memories of the two of us sitting on the floor in the family lounge room surrounded by rolls of paper and boxes of ribbons and bows, televised Christmas carol special on in background, wrapping presents in the days leading up to December the 25th.

It’s a tradition I continue to keep and over the last few weeks I’ve seen countless images on Instagram and Pinterest of fresh foliage adorning beautifully boxed presents. As it’s so warm in Australia around Christmas, adding a sprig of spruce as part of the wrapping process never really crossed my mind. This year however, I decided to use harness that inspiration and try it myself!

Sprigs of holly leaves and stems of cotoneaster horizontalis

I raided the garden at the front of Adam and my apartment finding holly leaves and a large shrub with red berries, which I believe is cotoneaster horizontalis (budding gardeners, is that right?!) and got busy!

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Exploring Croome

Exploring Croome

Last week I celebrated my birthday and as part of his gift to me Adam bought us National Trust membership.  I’d been ogling at some of the properties the Trust owns in the lead-up to our departure from Australia and we recently had a wonderful stay in a National Trust cottage in the Lake District, so I was thoroughly chuffed at the present.

After a scan of the thick book of attractions that was sent to us, we quickly decided to head to a property about a 20 minute drive from Malvern, Croome – which for many years was the home of the Earls of Coventry and more recently the site of a secret World War Two airbase, RAF Defford.

The main house is stunning and I must confess I immediately felt like I’d stepped onto the set of a Downton Abbey episode!

The approach to Croome Court, Worcestershire.
The front approach to Croome Court – can you spot Santa’s sleigh and reindeer?!

The house had been decorated for December…

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Reflections

Reflections

Is it just me, or do special occasions often make you think about life?  The past, the present and what’s happening right now. Today is my birthday, the first I’ve celebrated abroad (!), and this week I’ve been spending a lot of time just thinking about how much has changed since December last year.

Twelve months ago I was getting ready to host my family for Christmas in Wagga Wagga. This year I’ll be with Adam’s family in England. It still seems slightly surreal that I’m here, in the UK… and not on holiday! I’m still pinching myself, realising this is now my every day.

Sunrise over the Severn Valley.
Sunrise over the Severn Valley.

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Nesting

Nesting

It’s been just over a week since Adam and I moved into our Malvern house and I’m in full nesting mode, trying to turn our new space into a home.

Our apartment is virtually fully furnished, which is great if you’ve only got limited possessions like we do, but also a challenge when it comes to decorating.  There is no clean slate, or fresh start, it’s a matter of adapting the already established style and making it your own.

Adam has a small collection of chicken jugs – as soon as we walked into the kitchen I could see the large sill on the window that overlooks the Severn Valley would be the perfect spot for them.  We’ve added a string of fairy lights around the window for added festive cheer, and the chooks seem pretty happy in their new glowing home.

Chicken jugs on a window sill surrounded by glowing fairy lights

As we don’t own a lot of ‘stuff’ we’ve also had to be a little creative in how we fill up the space that now surrounds us.

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O Christmas tree

O Christmas tree

One of the first purchases Adam and I wanted to make when we moved into our new home was a Christmas tree.  When Adam was growing up he fondly remembers going to the Leigh Sinton Christmas tree farm, just north of Malvern – the trees are so well regarded they’ve even been used outside of the British Prime Minister’s house at 10 Downing Street!

Leigh Sinton Christmas tree farm
You’d have to have a big house to fit these trees in!

I’ve only ever had a ‘real life’ Christmas tree once before at my brother’s house in Canberra.  Growing up in tropical Queensland, humid summers and fir trees just don’t mix, so we always had a fake tree.

I was amazed at the huge variety of trees available…

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Moving in

Moving in

Blimey, what a weekend! Adam and I moved into our new house over the weekend – it feels like we haven’t stopped.  Even though we didn’t have a real lot of ‘stuff’ between us (two suitcases each, plus a few boxes and bags of Adam’s cookwear, linen and knick knacks that his family have been minding in his absence) it’s still seemed like a massive effort.

Front door to house in Victorian-era building
Welcome to our new home!

It’s far from being ‘complete’ yet, but take a peek at our new digs…

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A guide to fell walking

A guide to fell walking

Through my childhood reading of A.A. Milne, Enid Blyton, Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters I was somewhat aware with the English obsession of walking. It wasn’t until I moved to the UK though, that I fully comprehended what that meant.

Whether it be a daily constitutional round the block, or a long ramble of a Sunday before a mandatory roast lunch, my new countrymen just love a wander.

Naturally while Adam and I were in the Lake District this week, we had planned an on-foot exploration, and in Cumbria the go-to is fell (hill) walking.

Path to Birk Fell in the Lake District National Park, United Kingdom
The road (yes, this is technically classified as a road!) to Birk Fell.

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