Yesterday's post brought some interesting comments on where to live. Cro prefers to live in a small community of just one or two houses, away from 'civilisation'; others prefer to live in small towns and some prefer city life.
Often, when we are driving through The Dales, we pass isolated barn-conversions which are really beautifully converted and I look at them and imagine living there. Our friends K and J live in just such a conversion. They have a large field surrounding their property and it is reached down a long lane. They have a horse, and a few sheep and their life is idyllic. But, they are young.
As old age creeps up on one - and believe me, that is exactly what it does - these small hiccups don't happen overnight, they occur when you least expect them - you have to be realistic and think of moving nearer to civilisation.
I have a dear old friend, J, who lives in Lincolnshire (the county of my birth and childhood) and quite often we communicate by telephone. She still lives in the village where we were both born and where we started infant school on the same day. She is about to have a knee replacement next week and various folk are rallying round to help her and her husband over the next few weeks. It's called 'community spirit' and it does give one a warm feeling.
Do you read 'Going Gently' on my side bar? If you don't then I do urge you to start reading John's daily doings. His life is the best example of community spirit that I know.
Here, the farmer and I are fairly isolated - just one neighbour (expecting a baby today, so we are eagerly awaiting a new baby any day now) - the nearest houses are three fields away or perhaps a mile round by the road. There are various other farms nearer than that but they are down various lanes. so we never feel isolated. However, I don't think I would like to live here alone.
Each to his own is the answer I suppose. I have friends who are city dwellers and the thought of living way out in the country would drive them crazy. I have tried both - and enjoyed both - but the country wins every time. How else would I know when the rosebay willow herb came into flower, or when the blackberries began to ripen. Not important facts maybe - but I clock them all in my mind.