Sure, she’s travelled the world, touched down in exotic places and owned the fashion runway from Milan to Manhattan.

But this is different. The Gunnedah gal has come home and she’s mustering up enthusiasm from the small entourage she’s brought along for the ride. “Can everyone see the galah to the right?”

Miranda squawks, in a put-on, laconic Aussie drawl, motioning beyond the mini-van. No sign of a trans-Atlantic “supermodel” twang here.

“It’s very dry out here. There’s a drought on you know,” she continues, to laughs from her agency minders and the style team in tow.

To most people, Tamworth is famous for country music, but to Miranda it holds more personal memories. Turning onto the Oxley Highway heading for home, she begins her travelogue, a map of her heart.