For travellers, what, or who is home?
The summer holiday – the culmination of a year’s work for many of us. The opportunity to kick back, take a deep breath and reflect on the highs and lows of the previous year. It’s always fantastic to go away for some time, however long or short, and leave the pressures of home behind us.
But what, or who is ‘home’?
Home is a quirky cottage in Kintbury, West Berkshire. It’s in the North Wessex Downs Area of Natural Beauty, and is bordered by the Kennet and Avon canal, and the Kennet river.
Our home is made up of Mr Patterson, and me, our two boys, Arthur and Charlie and our black lab, Oakley. For now we also have our foster dog, a Chesapeake Bay Retriever called Loki, who we are looking after while his owners are on an army posting to Kenya.
Home is also London with its crowded pavements, cacophonous streets and big buildings. The anonymity of a big city is in stark contrast to our village home where a five minute walk to the post box is usually punctuated by hellos and quick conversations with friends and neighbours.
In four years time, on our Grand Adventure, home might be a car travelling down the highways of the USA, or a chicken bus bumping along cobbled streets in Central America. However we find ourselves travelling from Alaska to Argentina, we will need to make each mode of transport and every place we lay our heads a home.