HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Home is where the heart is, true enough.  My question is where is home?  Is home where you live or is it where you grew up?  Maybe it’s both.  Since I left home thirty six years ago, I have called Newcastle upon Tyne, Mannheim, Tavistock, Nottingham, Balham, Lewisham, Southwark, Marylebone, Islington and Surrey home.  All of those places were happy havens but the one place I return to every time is Bergh Apton just outside Norwich.

Home is where the heart is
Strolling around the garden I see not only the reality in front of me but all the memories stacked behind.  Planting these Silver Birch trees is one of my first memories; I was three and the trees were about my height, now many years later they tower above the house.
Home is where the heart is

This chap came to the garden when Bergh Apton held a sculpture trail.  For many years the gardens in the village were filled with the work of many fine sculptors including this one by Mark Goldsworthy.  I love the way that the frost has turned his ebony hair grey.

Artemis, Diana, the huntress, call her what you will, was another visitor during a different sculpture trail.  When she arrived she was white as white but time has given her a green dress.

Home is where the heart isThere are many different varieties of willow here, I love all the different colours but especially the way the bright yellow one sings in the sun.  At this time of year, all of the small branches need to be cut to make way for new growth.  You can simply push the cut end of a willow twig into the ground and it will grow. In previous years I have bought some back to Surrey; they have a long way to go before they look like this!

I am writing this back in Surrey.  Home is Surrey and Bergh Apton and my heart is in both, is that allowed?  Where do you call home?

Photalife

 

11 Comments

  1. December 31, 2016 / 10:01 pm

    wow, amazing place to visit, love all the sculptures X #mysundayphoto

  2. January 1, 2017 / 5:11 am

    What cool structures!
    Happy New Year!
    #MySundayPhoto

  3. January 1, 2017 / 8:16 am

    What a lovely garden. Love the sculptures (and a good trail). I think of Norwich as home even though I wasn’t born here. There are many places I’ve felt at home too. Happy new year!

  4. January 1, 2017 / 8:47 am

    Hi Catherine, that is a tricky question. Growing up in Devon, it will always have a place in my heart, but having lived in Greece for over twenty years now (oh my! how old do I feel typing that?), this is definitely my home now.

    Your photos are lovely and the frost on that sculpture adds a little something.

    xx

  5. January 1, 2017 / 9:27 am

    What beautiful colours in the garden, it looks a great place to visit.

    Thank you for linking up and Happy New Year

  6. January 1, 2017 / 2:13 pm

    Home is where ever feels home for you. Lovely photos.

  7. sarahmo3w
    January 1, 2017 / 8:54 pm

    I think two homes are definitely allowed! I’m lucky to only have one home – I live a few doors down from where I grew up, although I did briefly class both Nottingham and London as home way back in the day.
    Lovely photos.

  8. January 1, 2017 / 9:36 pm

    I was brought up in Stevenage, I left when I was 18. That’s home. I always say “I’m going home to see my dad”. Then I spent a year in Greece and have spent the last 41 years in Cardiff. Both Greece and Cardiff were/are home but, and I say this with no malice at all, they are both “foreign”. I am not Greek and I am not Welsh. I shall always be the outsider. Oh and now I am not Stevenage either Lol. I am stateless! I feel a blog post coming! I loved the description of Artemis wearing the green dress, beautiful. #MySundayPhoto

    • January 1, 2017 / 9:40 pm

      I’ll look forward to your stateless post!

  9. January 1, 2017 / 10:08 pm

    What a brilliant connection, how the silver birch have grown! We live in Spain at the moment and call it home, I guess home is where your family is #mysundayphoto

  10. Pippa
    October 29, 2017 / 10:06 am

    Lovely to read!

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