It might seem that there has been a gap. Also, it might seem that I no longer care. Either of these things is a true as any religion, that is, a truth about which I cannot comment. Anyway, here I am.

This was a home that I had never intended to revisit. Back when it was home – a time which now reflects a greater depth of past than a look ahead can of hopeful future – I had admired and feared it in equal measure. A place of darkness and of sanctuary, of suspicion and of happiness. A place whose presence changed with the seasons.

But isnt that the case everywhere? You can test it. The grim northern market town takes on the appearance of a continental paradise on a warm summer’s day. Try the same place in the rain, or fog, or sat alone as those around celebrate Christmas… Well, you get the picture.