England is wonderful place to wander freely. Pictures just appear, and you’ll want to take them home.

Life has recently clipped my wings and brought me back home.

One of the great pleasures of travelling the world is that eventually, you get to come home. I have had the luxury of taking a little time to decide where I wanted to live, and I think I’ve landed rather well: a lovely small town in Essex called Wivenhoe.

The pace is easy, the people nice, and I get to see my daughters, my grandchildren, all the people closest to me. In a remarkably short time, I’ve also found myself with a really great bunch of new friends.