I borrowed this from Janet, and hers is a lot better than mine I think, but then again it was supposed to be personal.
I am from the land of Wessex, from Bunyan’s county, home grown honey and English wine
I am from the family home with a large garden, full of large snails, golden fish and the smell of new cut grass
I am from the purple Lavender. The tall yellow Sunflowers, the giant Scots Pine standing proud.
I am from the Lovesey/Newman and Moore/Lee, from J and E. Pops who could be stubborn and funny, proud and a Hero.
I am from the family who can laugh at themselves in the worst of situations and make do and mend or bodge it.
From the land where spaghetti grows in trees and the tooth fairy comes when you lose a tooth.
I am from Church of England. From an ancient and mystical church in the village that has stood for over 900 years.
I'm from Thomas Hardy Country, a land of contrast. From coffee cake and raspberry jam, from old recipes handed down to new ones still to be sought.
From the man who could tackle most things and fix them, the wanderer, and the cook who instilled me a love and talent for cooking.
I am from tins, reels and the history box. Of walks in the woods with memories of the familiar past, of pastures old and new, of choices still to be made of the paths still to be explored.