I grew up and worked in London, with a spell in Washington DC, and studied in Leeds, so I was almost entirely a city person most of my life. I commuted on the underground, lived in the suburbs and the centre (though always with a garden) and although it was convenient for shops and events I hated the noise and people. I used to spend some holidays on farms and always wanted to live in the country. It is only in the last year though that I have realised my dream. My house and land are part of a small hamlet of eight houses, on a hillside about 3 miles from the nearest small town with shops, so one has to plan, especially if, like me now, you work from home. If I need a big supermarket I have to travel about 15 miles. In the winter the hill can get too icy to drive, though it hasn't happened yet to me, so everyone has large freezers. I love it here, the stars and the silence, and finding animal and bird tracks outside in the morning. I have twice seen a deer on the road into town and a huge owl roosts in my barn. But it would be no good for someone who was afraid of being alone or who needed to talk to people all the time. Now I get scared when I go back to London, just being in the crowds is frightening.