In general, I've moved a lot around the UK, North/South/East/West. Lived in city surburbs, small towns and villages, rural where they cater for everyday needs, and isolated rural up in the hills where there's no real everyday facilities - just hills, farms and stunning scenery. I love that isolated place and I drool to move back there, but it would be daft if I wasn't able to drive anymore, although I often go back to 'chill' which is better than nothing innit?
Now I live in a village classed as an 'affluent' area according to the frequent door knocking charities. Excuse me? These are the days of property rich, cash poor. Begone! (I give my time not money to charities in case you're thinking what a cow I am)
The village is mentioned in the Doomsday Book and apparently there has been human occupation here since prehistoric times. We have 'The Green', a lovely conservation area in the middle of the village where once a month in season, the farmer's market is held.
Come Christmastime we sing Carols on The Green and once a year the shopkeepers and entertainers do a 'retro' era - perhaps Victorian era where everyone concerned dresses in that time and they make various foodstuffs for sale from that era.
Within a 1-8 mile radious we have 14 Nature reserves, 6 Scheduled Ancient Monuments - 2 date back to the Bronze Age, 386 listed buildings 37 of which are recorded in the National Heritage List for England and 1 listed on the World Heritage Site.
We're noted for architecture, various Institutions, and in the Medical and Scientific fields. National Trust properties, Halls and country estates (some of which are where historical and science fiction series were/are set).
Various places of interest plus people of note live here (for better or worse, mostly worse given how often their lives go belly up and we get swarmed with media intrusion disrupting everything).
Although I'd love to share so much more of what we have of interest here, it would give my location away.
However... I will say...
Within half a mile, a peculiar species of human form has evolved over recent years - lycra wearing joggers with Botox faces, fish lips and bum implants jogging along with ponytails swinging to and fro.
What a sight to behold those bum implants are thudding up and down behind them, especially if there's 2 or 3 together out for their daily jog.
There's never short of things to see or do here and I'm so glad the portal to my adored rural is only a blink away. I've lived this way previously, so although it's going backwards, it's a good move backwards for my later years.
I want to add another bit of trivia - I'm not impressed by 'celebs' but I'm going to add one that used to occasionally frequent one of the places I lived in back in the early 70s I think it was. I can only say I was at that age when one drooled and idolised their demigods
We had a Bridge Club up the road and Omar Shariff used to play there now and again. Way back then I was so impressed, it just seemed so unbelievable such a gorgeous famous person would be just up the road playing cards!
