Living in what used to be called digs. It’s a decent house with good people, but it’s far from home. If I was in Libya, say, it would actually be less lonesome. It’s such a different culture, you just exist in your own way. You’re there for a certain time, and that’s it – you pace yourself, earn your wages, make the best of it, and then get home. Whereas, working away from home in England, you’re actually part of your own culture, and evidence of your missing family is everywhere.