Back home after a few days away.
But where is home?
I have been in Nottingham. The city of my birth. Spending quality time with my brothers. It felt like going home.
Today’s photo was taken on the morning dog walk in my hometown of Bradford on Avon.
I regularly pause to admire this view of the Georgian boathouse and the weavers cottages behind. I smiled and muttered “it’s good to be home” as I saw the swan glide by.
Both feel right. Two homes. Where I was born. And where I now live.
Love this concept ... many homes.