Sycamore is real place, but the actual geography of it presented herein resides only in my fond memories, the nostalgia of my remembered childhood. The farther we travel into our cherished memories, the more majestic our sentiments become, and the more enriched and enlivened we become as a result.
There is something in the nature of our memories that serves as a stream of endless exploration along which we can joyfully or woefully embark by simply closing our eyes and allowing our imaginations to take flight.
Come with me as far as I can see, from castles to dream-like kingdoms whose curiosities transport us along an air of change … where the land itself lures us again and again into Narnia-like worlds from which few ever wish to return.
