In the March sun, after days without rain, the fresh carpet of grass in the little woodland looked so soft and welcoming that I just had to lie down on it and look up to the trees above. I didn't do so with a question in mind. I hadn't called them, they rang me so to speak, so I just listened.
'Be a home,' they said. 'That's how we serve. Be a home.'
That's quite a concept and one it'll take a while to define for myself. But I like it.