There's been a lot of coming home in the early mornings after funny nights out, having bizarre sandwiches in bed.

The thrill of coming home has never changed.

There's just no place like Scotland when the sun is out. I just love coming home.

Home was truly the best place he could possibly be, but, alas, was not an available option.

The feeling of coming home has never changed. If anything the sweet and sour balance is now inclining more towards the latter...

I haven't lived in Sweden since I was a teenager. We lived in southern Sweden, about two hours north of Copenhagen, where my family's home base has been since 1970. Our parents bought a schoolhouse in preparation for self-sufficient living. They wanted to create a place to do all the things they believed in.