There are many advantages to living in a small place rather than in a large town. I know that is a statement that not everyone will agree with - I suppose it depends upon the kind of person you are.
I have done both. As a child I lived in a small Lincolnshire village where everyone knew everyone (and looked out for everyone too). This kind of life continued until I moved in my early thirties into the small cathedral city of Lichfield. This was the largest place I had ever lived in, though by city standards it was quite small. I suppose that was a good thing, as it broke me in gradually.
Then I moved to a large, industrial town in the Midlands. Luckily we lived well on the outskirts, had a large garden and were within a couple of miles of beautiful countryside. However, I taught in an inner city school with a multi -racial intake - a large number of indigenous, white children; a large intake of children from the Caribbean and also a large intake of Punjabi Sikh children. I think in many ways this was a good mix and I thoroughly enjoyed the ten or so years I taught there before I took early retirement. I look back on the times there, the children (who I think of often), the friends on the staff (many of whom I still keep in contact with), the interesting times we had.
Now I am back in the country again, living - as readers of my blog will know all too well - on a farm down a lonely lane. But we are only one mile from our little market town and that is a super little town. You go into town to the Post Office, or to the local shops, and you always meet someone you know, someone to pass the time of day with, or to pop into a cafe for a cup of coffee.
And, really, it does have all the amenities the farmer and I need. People say that there is little for young people to do but as far as we are concerned - we have everything we need. There is a nice little intimate cinema, showing the latest films, within ten miles (and a lovely cafe attached); there is a good Public Library just down the road; there is a first class delicatessen; we have one of the top Auction Houses in the country on our doorstep; we have a thriving Tourist Industry (it has suffered rather this year with the bad weather); and we even have our own Brass Band.
Some time ago, a friend who plays in it sent me two photographs of it to post on my blog. Sadly my skills, for some reason, are not up to it and although I have them in my computer I am unable to move them to any place where I can access them for putting on here. I saw that friend this morning when I was returning from coffee with friends (and the farmer from the Auction Mart - another good facility for farmers) and it reminded me. I have just tried to access the photographs again, but I just can't get them into the right place.
So you will just have to imagine it I'm afraid - but it would be rather nice if you could hear them. Another thing we have in the area is a yearly Brass Band Festival and Competition and our local band do very well indeed and make a glorious sound.
So sorry J if you are reading this - I have given you a mention and one of these days I will find out how to put the photograph on here!