On Monday I found myself on a train from Luton Airport to St Pancras, on my way for a two day mini break during which I met up with both Cat and Jennifer. It was a beautiful Autumn day, a bit warmer than the frosty morning I had left behind me in Scotland - the first frost of the season! I love travelling through places and imagining what it would be like to live there. After all there are so many other lives, and my undoubted fondness for Glasgow and Lanarkshire is nevertheless founded on the choices of my forebears. James and I have never broken away from our roots - in fact on Sunday I walked in a reflective mood past my very first house. It’s only two streets away from where I live now - and the driveway laid by my Dad at the beginning of the 1960s is still there with the pattern he imprinted on it. James’ first house is only five minutes drive away and in fact he spent most of his childhood living five doors along from our current house (we have lived here for twenty-eight years!) - and his Mum still lives there.
So it this a good thing? After all our children have had continuity and security as they grew up. And we live in a pleasant leafy suburb with easy access to both city and countryside. However should we spread our wings?
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