I don't think we ever intended to stay in London for very long, but somehow it happened. You get a job, buy a house, make friends, get customers and before you know it you've been there 20 years - and spend your time dreaming of the mountains and making plans for the next trip to the country.
Neither Karen or I ever had particularly high-flying jobs nor were we seduced by 'lifestyle' consumption - overpriced street markets, designer kitchens, swish holidays and the general spending-lots-of-money-on-stuff-because-you're-not-very-happy (-living-in-a-place) compensation type of expenditure that a large number of my friends went in for - so in the end the calculation was a simple one. We cashed in the house in London and bought our time back. The decision and the move has been positive in so many ways - we have lots of time for each other and to do the things we want to do (which mainly involve cycling, cooking, baking, eating, drinking tea and occasionally sipping very nice wine - supplied by Harry Burgundy of RB forum fame).
I recognise that we were in a fortunate financial position that allowed us to make the move and we do not have children so we were able to be totally flexible in choosing where we could go and what we could do, but we might very easily have rumbled on in London for many more years. Thankfully we both had a sort of Damascene moment when driving back from Wales to London a few months ago.
This morning we went out for a skills sessions - the back field contains many rocky outcrops of varying severity - and got chased home by a bull. I'd sooner take my chances with the bull than an angry motorist (and there were a lot of them - and I was one too sometimes) on the South Circular.
I'll heed the warnings of taking in supplies for the winter. We've already started stocking the woodshed and I've learned never to drive past fallen timber that looks like it'll burn nicely. Also, my dad who is a Land Rover restoration enthusiast is asking to store at least one of his vehicles here (I believe it's a series one if that means anything to you). And yes, the RAF do seem keen on doing their low flying over our house, which is fine. Looking out and seeing three Apache helicopters flying pretty much at roof height was very exciting.
Apart from the incredible slowness of the builders we have tasked with putting up a workshop for me I don't think we've really experienced any problems so far. In fact, the great majority of people have been incredibly kind and welcoming.
Maybe in the Spring we won't feel so nauseatingly upbeat...