I return. A place of dreams, of uncertainty, of innumerable futures.
A house of magic, of grand echoes, of bizarre days and secrets passageways and secrets, of home.
A fortress of ambition, of lectures, of rainy mornings and garden cats, of lousy food and Snooker and launch points, and of friends.
I return. Twenty-three years later, 5,000 miles from Home, the scents and feels and the voices carried on British wind are like I’ve never left. I am forever grateful.
Harlaxton Manor, United Kingdom