Somerset as home. Perhaps it was when I lost my connection to it, after I left and my parents sold our family home decades ago when I was still in my teens.
But now being back, I’m overwhelmed by something I was missing in Cornwall: the feeling that I belong.Here, my emotional attachment runs deep.
A genetic memory for cloudy scrumpy and wild spots in the river where we swam during our GCSEs. Memories of the restaurant where I got my first job, smoked joints with the chefs out the window between shifts then fell in love with one of them.
Sometimes I walk past the old flat where we – me and said chef – lived, or around streets and I am surprised by how much I remember about the architecture – recalled from a million tours led by my mum..
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