Coming from the city to live in the country has been surprising. After a view of a busy harbour, the roar of traffic noise and smoky air, we now have relative quiet. Instead of waking to ferry horns, we are startled out of bed by the cuckoo shrike calling its mate at 5.00am. Then the Kookaburras join in and have a good laugh, at our expense I feel. But it is nice to look out the window and see a rabbit hop by and the wild ducks on the stream. The neighbour's chickens stalk our lawn, providing wonderful eggs. I miss the theatres in the city though, and choosing a movie I wish to see rather than the few on offer here. The shops, the cafe's and restaurants too. One can't have everything, the air is wonderful, and oh, I have to go, there's a possum knocking at the backdoor for fruit.
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You're making me jealous now. My husband and I have been discussing, in a low level way, the pros and cons of moving back into the countryside from the little suburb we live in now, and I've been trying to imagine how my life would change if we chose that route. It does sound lovely, and I do love the countryside for long wlaks while thinking about my writing.
But all those glam writing events I would miss ... and the marvellous shops in London ...
You can see how shallow a person I am now! ;-)
welcome to the country. I was a city gal too but you could not get me back there. We live in the woods..I am surrounded by trees all four ways and we have bears in our yard. I love it here and it's so quiet here. I enjoyed visiting your wen site and thanks for sharing. susan Leech garysue@dejazzd.com
Not sure I could leave London though, Jane.
Not big grizzlies? shudder. Thanks for stopping by, Susan.
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