I spent this weekend on the Isle of Man, the place where I was born. I hadn't been back for 10 whole years.

I will always have a special love for this island. Even in the bleak month of January, its beauty reaches out and twines itself around my heart.



The little fields, the little roads, the little houses. The crashing waves, the wheeling gulls, the plump sheep. It's all perfect in my eyes. This is how hills and fields and coast should look. This is the gold standard.



I am at home in many, many of the world's places. But there's a little piece of my heart that will always be Isle-of-Man shaped.