My beloved nephew Frimpong and I had not had any real chance to sit side by side in front of a sunset for many years.

After our tea, we walked over the countryside to the lake (you know Bearshire, obviously, and you know that it is one of the finest districts of the UK indeed).

“I understand why you keep living in your beloved Bearshire, Auntie, even though you could stay anywhere else in the world,”


Frimpong told me after a long silence.

“Indeed, Frimpong. We might travel all over the world and enjoy so many different places, but we need that special place we can call “home” to feel comfortable. It’s not necessary to stay there constantly, but we need to know it exists and we can come back when we feel the need...”

“Auntie, I have decided to sell my flat in Central London and consider Bearshire as my “home” now.
When I have time in my hectic life of professional traveller I’d like to come back here and find my roots again.

Of course I’m not a child anymore, so I won’t disturb your daily life living under your roof.
I have the intention to build my own cottage near yours, so we can be close to each other and independent at the same time.
As soon as I sell my flat in London I’ll transfer the money to your bank account and I’ll be very grateful to you if you could help me with the business of building my new cottage.”

“Of course, my dear nephew, it will be my pleasure. I’m retired and I have a lot of spare time, while you are always so busy...”

“Thank you, Auntie; I can always rely on you”

“We are a family, Frimpong”

“Yes we are. What a special light the sunsets in Bearshire have...
There's no place like home!”