Gee but it's great to be back home - In the name of Thiago - Day 301
Six weeks ago today I was starting out my life-changing journey from the very place I write to you from now. Yes folks I'm back in Eastbourne - until tomorrow at least - and it does feel good to be home. That probably makes me seem very contradictory. After all a fortnight ago, I was thrilled to be 'home' when I was reunited with my wife and daughter at the end of my 350 mile trek. I am very fortunate to have the life that I do now but Staffordshire will never be home to me - that will always be this lovely old part of the south coast from where I write today. We left my brother's gaff this morning to make our way back over to Herstmonceux to have a magnificent brunch with the Nunsboroughs. They were remarkably appreciative that we'd had their eldest daughter Primrose for nigh on a week, though in fairness it was the easiest thing in the world to do. As I've said before on these pages earlier in the week, the two girls have been great friends from babies, whic