I’m in the West Country the place where I grew up, a place I still love to come back to and
still think of as my home.I don’t like to think of a time when I won’t come back to this special place –
‘Just after sunset, and the tide
high almost white, dull-
lambent like nothing the sky… (from Philip Gross’s T.S. Eliot Prize winning collection The Water Table)
Maya Angelou says ‘The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned’
I wonder where’s home for you?
