As my mother was fond of saying, ' it wouldn't do if we all thought alike'. Some folk like living in the town/city and some in the country. I have tried both - Lincolnshire countryside - Lincoln itself- then another cathedral city, Lichfield - then a large connurbation, Wolverhampton and finally up here in the sticks of North Yorkshire. Which did I enjoy the most?
Well during my working years it was convenient to live near to work and I taught in an inner city school - although we lived right on the outskirts and only a stone's throw from the countryside.
So I really think I would have to come down firmly on the side of the countryside. There is nothing to beat walking out with the dog for her last utility walk at 10.30pm in utter silence - broken only maybe by the sound of an owl in the Scots pines above my head.
And I have just walked down the Lane to the accompaniment of curlew calling their young to keep away from me, chaffinches singing their heads off in the hedge and the distant rumble of a tractor and cutter working in a silage field.
Yes, I know, that silence would drive some 'townies' crazy. A good job we are not all the same. However, I do wonder whether some town's folk move up here into the countryside expecting a rural idyll. The reason I say this is that there is a sudden surge of property on the market in our village. I have no way of knowing where the sellers come from but I do know that some townsfolk just do not settle.
When my first husband and I came up here to live twenty six years ago, a local farmer's wife said to me one day that she knew we would settle because we didn't wear posh clothes and we didn't have posh furniture! At the time I thought it was a bit of a back-handed compliment but now I do see what she means.
If townies come up here and complain about the smell of farm yard manure, the number of cow pats on the road when the milking herd has come in for milking, the incidence of cattle on or near the footpath, then I would suggest that maybe they are living in the wrong place.