During lockdown, many of us made the pilgrimage back to our family homes – and rediscovered them through fresh eyes. Part guide, part love letter, “Home towns” is a new series in which we celebrate where we’re from. After all, it could be a while before we can go anywhere else… “Plymouth is a dump,” I would say to anyone, without hesitation. “Why would you want to go there?” It was a knee-jerk response formed, no doubt, by no small measure of teenage angst. For me, Plymouth was just a necessary evil. I spent weeks of my secondary school life sitting in traffic jams, staring abjectly out of the bus…