Pound Ridge is about five miles from our country house. When you go every weekend for the last ten years without fail, well, that starts to feel like a home.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was brought up in a flat in North London - virtually the last building in London, because north of us was countryside all the way to the coast, and south of us was non-stop London for 20 miles.
Somerset is where I call home, and where I feel most myself.
Although I have lived in London, I have never really considered London my home because it was always going to be a stopping-off point for me, and it has been too.
The four places I've called home in my life have been Lahore, London, New York and California. And I have a very strong tie to each one of those four places.
An awful lot of England is slowly eroding, in ways that I find really distressing, and an awful lot of it is the hedgerows... We're reaching the point where a lot of the English countryside looks just like Iowa - just kind of open space.
Glasgow has truly become my home away from home.
I grew up in North Yorkshire, but now London is home.
I'm very fond of Norfolk. My husband came from there and the kids love it. Devon is beautiful, too.
England is my home. London is my home. New York feels like, if I have to spend a year living in an unfamiliar city, this is a pretty lovely one to spend a year in, but I will be going home at the end of it, certainly.
I visit London several times a year. It is my home away from home.