It’s taken me ages to work it out, I’ve tried living on the seafront in Brighton, on the flat in Hull and Nottingham, in the smoke in Streatham, but the only landscapes that make me truly happy are hilly ones.
This is Cheshire, on the edge of the Peak District where I grew up. It’s the hill my mum scattered her mum’s ashes on, and where we scattered hers. Despite the connection to my family, I still don’t think I have ever found a landscape that feels so much like home. Forests, cities, seasides, they’re great, but they make me feel like a tourist. Suburbia makes me feel stifled. A hill though, it makes me feel on top of the world, I can see for miles, literally and metaphorically, even when it’s foggy and the sun is setting.
What about you? What landscapes make you feel at home? The theme at The Gallery is landscapes this week.