I used to think I’d love to live in the country, but many visits to fringes in rural N Devon cured me of that. They needed the car for everything - even for taking the dogs for a walk anywhere they could safely let them off the lead. Nearest shop was a 15 minute drive away. Eventually one of them was no longer able to drive - they’d have been well and truly stuck if anything had happened to the other - and she was very accident-prone.
I’ll only voluntarily move from where we are now in a box. Quiet, leafy area, but everything for day to day needs, inc. GP and hospital, a walk or a short bus ride away - and brilliant free public transport thrown in.
When dds were teens I’d have loved a bit bigger house, but it’s fine for us now.
More rude behaviour on public transport 😡
Why Would Anyone Climb on Top ofThe Empire State Building?
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.

