There's no place like home

I've been meaning to write this little post for a few months now and after a few glasses of wine on a Tuesday night, I figured now's a pretty good time to do it. Obviously, this blog is all about living in London, but I sometimes feel the need to share a piece of my real home. The home where I grew up, the fields I played in and the place I want to return to some day - y'know, when someone puts a ring on it.

Although the nearest station is Milton Keynes, I come from the outskirts of a tiny village called Great Horwood, in a beautiful, old thatched cottage surrounded by fields. And just FYI, this is the view from my bedroom window... yuhuh.

I spent the vast majority of my childhood in Great Horwood - a village so small, it doesn't even have a corner shop (but you can buy a kitchen - I've never quite worked that one out). It is however, home to a lovely little primary school, which I attended until I was 11 and I always find it a bit weird and wonderful having a nose around whenever they hold a fête or something.
But a handful of my happiest memories at home are from the times I worked in The Crown, behind the bar or serving food, during that weird period when I was trying to figure out what to do with my life. I've been lucky enough to know and work for the family on and off for years and they truly make the most fantastic bosses - not to mention the most fantastic food! If any of you find yourself in Buckinghamshire, you must go and sample the menu - it's one of the things I miss the most.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love London and am in no way ready to leave or come home just yet. I love the rush, the never ending list of things to do and try, the people and the utterly amazing opportunities I have been given here. But as exciting and unpredictable as the Big Smoke is, there really will never be a place quite like home. This is the place where you can walk your dog for miles and not bump into a single soul, the place where people put down roots that bury themselves too deep to ever leave and it's not difficult to understand why. Great Horwood and Buckinghamshire in general really, will always embody that age old sentiment for me that home is where the heart is and I'm so happy that I can escape back here to the peace and quiet when the city gets a bit too crazy.

Seeing as I'm clearly feeling a little bit nostalgic and sentimental, I'd love to see some pictures of the places you guys grew up in - Tweet them to me here: @modestlondon