Home Sweet Home

You take it all for granted if you grow up in a happy home, that is until you come back to visit having made your own life. Then each trip is cherished and enjoyed, we were ‘home’ recently and my eldest daughter (not very big) said to her younger brother (really quite small): You know Mummy grew up here, this was her home.  

Walking around my eye is caught by all the details, the layers of love, the years of collecting, the patina of time –  that all make an English home.

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