Four weeks later our furniture was in a shipping container en-route to Dunedin, a small university town near the southern tip of New Zealand. We decided to work together from home, keeping our schedules flexible to make time for walks, reading, cooking, and (more recently) spending time with our son. It was a huge risk - it was quite possible that the isolation would impose a punishing work travel regime on me, or put a crimp in my wife’s very specialised career in linguistics. It took enterprise, determination and a no small amount of possibly-foolish optimism, but it’s all worked out. Our leap of faith has turned out to be one of the best decisions we’ve ever made. Dunedin is a breathtakingly beautiful place to live - I still can’t quite believe that I can get up from my desk, and within 20 minutes be on a deserted beach littered with lazy sea lions basking in the winter sun.