Hope

When I was a child you didn't go abroad on holiday. You either went to Wales, Scotland, the Lake District, the Norfolk Broads or the West Country. My family always went to the West Country, and I've just returned from my annual pilgrimage there.  Hope Cove is the most beautiful place - made up of two parts, Inner Hope and Outer Hope. We all have secret inner hopes, ones we don't share. Maybe because we think that they will seem crazy or foolish to others, but by keeping them secret you may be denying them the chance of fulfilment... You just need to find the right person to share them with.  A shared trouble is halved - a shared hope is doubled.