There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.

A young, heavy on hope, light on experience, Dorothy began one of my favourite childhood movies wishing only to be taken away somewhere over the rainbow. It wasn’t until after being swept away to a magical land filled with fairy godmothers, emerald cities and horses of a different colour, wicked witches from the west and flying monkeys, that it was at home she was most comfortable.

The thought of being on the road – restaurant food, experiencing a different city every night ...

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