This last summer, I visited one of my ancestral homes. The green, fog-covered plains and mysticism enshrouding the Northumbrian land is something unreal to behold. The wind stings at the face, and the eternal mystery shrouding the land a constant wonder. Setting foot on a land my family had left four-hundred years ago tends to shake the emotions a bit, and maybe wet the eyes a bit. The land itself is one like no other in the world, the lush greenery constant and beautiful due to daily showers...