There have been times this year, fleeting moments, when my homing instinct kicks in.
A particularly cold snap in the weather that makes you inhale sharply. A low granite grey overcast sky in the morning. Soft green grass that I can run my hands through. Watching Doc Martin on TV and hearing familiar tones and lilts in the characters voices. Eating custard cream biscuits.
I see or hear or smell or taste things that instantly transport me home, just for a second. And it makes smile and I am happy.