Land of my Fathers.

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Alan Titchmarsh's The British Isles: A Natural History - which is literally that: a historical nature program on the British Isles - always makes me cry.

It's a nature program!

It's just that I love Britain so much - our countryside and our history - that sometimes I'm awed by it. I wonder why I want to leave so much. It wasn't long ago that I couldn't imagine even holidaying outside of the British Isles. I wanted to explore it and get to know the land - I've already seen an awful lot of it, having been in the ATC and travelling around to other cities so much in my teens.

I'm proud to be English; I am.

But I'm also proud of my Canadian, Sicilian and Lakota heritage. I'd like to go to Wounded Knee, one day. I've already lived in Sicily. And now, I'm gradually finding out about my ancestors in Ontario. I want to visit there, too, but I think it's too remote for my city-slicker roots to live there permanently.

So, Vancouver it is. Where you can see the mountains and the sea at the same time.

Can anywhere be more perfect for me?