Two strangers exchanged a greeting outside the Somerset Cider Bus at 2016’s Glastonbury Festival which would alter the course of their lives forever. (so dramatic)

It was hardly a romantic setting - just look at that thick, welly-consuming mud. But the magic of Glastonbury works in mysterious ways, and after 4 days of incredible music, countless in-jokes, an unhealthy amount of raclette breakfasts, thousands of mud-caked steps, and an unrelenting impersonation of the Mighty Boosh’s Crack Fox, Gorg found herself flying back home to Australia with a bit of a crush.

Flash-forward to February 2017. Jim and Gorg had been talking online for 8 months, and after years of considering a move back ‘home’, Gorg finally had a one-way ticket to England in hand. She left Brisbane on Valentine’s Day (coincidentally, the cheapest date to fly that month) and, after 30 long hours of travel, landed to meet Jim at the arrivals gate at Heathrow the following morning (where she then struggled to fit her two massive suitcases into Jim’s pocket-sized Toyota iQ).

Since then, they’ve been to 4 more Glastonburys together, adopted an ex-racing greyhound (shout out Luigi), bought a house, found a bigger car (thank god), travelled to some beautiful places (not just for concerts - promise), and been sillier than the average goose.