The climate suggested an inner part of England. The weather and the sea were relatively calm. Maybe one of the Isles south of Scotland? He could start a vegetable and herbal patch, perhaps even experiment with a small greenhouse since Pomona guarded hers like a nesting dragon her clutch. He shook himself out of these plans. What was he thinking? A part of him had already accepted that Harry Potter of all people had gifted him a house. He could not afford to let his guard down. To accept such a gift, to claim it as a permanent residence would mean ... it would mean ... that this was his life now. And Severus was not sure he was ready for that.