Originally Posted by garinda (Post 998457)

I stopped living full-time in this area when I was eighteen.

However I always came back every month or so, and this was always coming 'home'. No matter where I was happily living at the time.

I'd get giddy when pulling into Wigan, because we were then in the north, proper.

:)

Originally Posted by mobertol (Post 998376)

I am always ready to go away at the drop of a hat - would never come back if it were up to me.
Have just returned from 10 days in the UK -arrived in the monsoon and had quite a few days that were grey and it doesn't bother me or get me down. Then, when the sun shines, it's the most beautiful place -love the green and the gardens full of flowers. Have come back to 31°C and the relentless sun of Italy. The Brits coming off the plane with me in Milan were delighted -it's great when you're on your hols and have nothing to do but hard to live with every day. (Moan,moan!)
Like Barrie said -my heart lifts a little every time I return to the UK and I am a little sadder every time I leave. Although I've been here 25 years - still don't think of it as home -just somewhere i live.

Originally Posted by susie123 (Post 998465)

When I used to travel by train from the south to Accrington it was interesting hear how people's accents changed with each stop as we got further north. I think mine changed with them as well!

Originally Posted by maxthecollie (Post 998474)

We were in Killin in Scotland in May. Outside a shop a guy approached me and said excuse me are you from Accrington. He recognised my accent.

Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington (Post 998509)

I thought that there was only me who went round mentally saying goodbye to everything.
Thank you for making me feel like I am not in a club of one G.

Originally Posted by garinda (Post 998468)

Some of that's lovely.

Some of it's really quite sad.

I do understand, as we both left here at a similar time, and at a similar age. Though I was only in London, not living in Heidi's Alpine Italian moo-cow farm.

Home is not only where your heart is, but if you have a romantic nature, where those who genetically made us toiled, cried, sweat, laughed, and dreamed.

Just accept it the same way you're bi-lingual, or that you sometimes dream in Italian, or English.

Half your home is in lush Italian pasture land, and half is on cobbles, and wet, moorland sod.

Home is where the heart is.

Thankfully your's is big enough to be in two pieces at the same time.

;)

Originally Posted by maxthecollie (Post 998474)

We were in Killin in Scotland in May. Outside a shop a guy approached me and said excuse me are you from Accrington. He recognised my accent.

Originally Posted by garinda (Post 998525)

I've just thought of a condensed version of all that guff.

Your roots are firmly planted here in Lancashire.

But you grew tall, and your blooms are in Castelverde.

Originally Posted by garinda (Post 998525)

I've just thought of a condensed version of all that guff.

Your roots are firmly planted here in Lancashire.

But you grew tall, and your blooms are in Castelverde.

Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington (Post 998576)

I like that G...I like it a lot.