without properly saying goodbye; just turned and headed for home. And it has taken this long, these strange few weeks, to begin to put together the pieces; to start to re-surface, unpack the boxes and baskets, wonder what was wonderful. Back in Liverpool, there are sunsets, there are places to shelter. But the sky is smaller. And we miss new-found friends and a certain freedom. There is no place like home, and yet we have left something of ourselves there. And it seems like a dream.