Homeward Bound

The South East of Greater London, where I’ve spent much of the last seven years, is ‘home’.

Yet I’ll be heading up north in a few short weeks for the first time since Christmas, and Lancashire – or at least a very small patch of it – is also ‘home’. It’s possible to think of a few places as ‘home’, but Ormskirk in Lancashire is where I was born and brought up and where my parents still live (in the house they moved to when I was three years old) so it’s a place where myriad memories become subservient to a general feeling of ‘home’. It’s a fixed, unchanging constant, or at least as close an approximation to one that anyone could strive for.