I’ll be honest: there isn’t one. It’s a proper home, run by a charity that actually cares (Sanctuary Care, for the record). They have a ‘no one gets left out’ vibe that’s rare and precious. Yes, it’s not a five-star hotel—but it’s better because it’s real.
If you’re worried about a loved one, or even yourself? Go visit. Have a cup of that strong tea. Sit in the garden. Let the staff make you laugh. And if you leave without feeling a tiny bit jealous of the residents, well—you might need to check your pulse.
Honestly, I’m tempted to put my name down for a room. Already plotting my herb garden and planning my first karaoke number. Anyone know the lyrics to “Sweet Caroline”?
