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This place I went to, I loved it so much that when I was leaing I wanted to turn the car back and run to the palace and glue myself to one of the pillars. It wasn't the palace which was so wonderful, there have been others like this one, it was just the family which owned itt which was so wonderful - the son who managed the place and invented devices to keep food warm on the table, his Mrs Wilcox like mother, his father who had been a teacher at a public school [ Mayo ] but most of af all he. He was really, really nice and good, if that counts for anything. And the views were so beautiful they were painful, there was a house in the middle of a lake, it was lovely weather, the hills were blue, it was drizzling...And I had to leave it all to come back to this hateful city and this horrid house and horrible school. It isn't even as though this house [ home ] is a pleasant place or anything of the sort. Hateful, hateful little hole this town is. If it were a person I'd like to kick its protruding belly.Tht terrible, terrible feeling of having left something behind.