I returned yesterday from a two week family holiday in Menorca.
When we touched down just after noon at Manchester Airport it felt good to be 'home', back on British soil for the first time in a fortnight. It also felt good to be able to show my UK passport.
A few hours later as we crossed the 'border' into Scotland there was the usual feeling of being back in God's own country. Of course we still had a fair distance to travel to reach our actual home passing through a number of Scottish Council areas - Scottish Borders, Dumfries & Galloway, South Lanarkshire, North Lanarkshire, Glasgow and Renfrewshire - before we got there.
As we counted down the miles to Glasgow there was the growing sense of anticipation and belonging.
Passing through Glasgow and then past Paisley and the airport we were on the last lap on our way back to God's own county of Inverclyde and our home in Kilmacolm, a few miles up the road from where my heart really belongs: God's own town of Port Glasgow.
It is good to be home.
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