Today is the 50th anniversary of my arrival in Europe. I arrived in Southampton on the Shaw Savill Line ship “Southern Cross” on 21 August 1968, after a 36-day voyage from Sydney. I intended to stay three years or so to get my doctorate, but in the event I am still living here, having been given indefinite leave to remain in the United Kingdom in 1971.
When I visit Autralia, it always feels like home. But I feel comfortable in Europe (though a bit less so now, since the rise of nationalism in many parts of the continent, something I don’t understand).
I suppose that in some sense I count as one of the “Windrush generation”.