I grew up in a town, which seemed to have all the disadvantages of urban living and none of the advantages. I remember standing at the bus stop, on the way to school, dreaming of living in the country. My parents still live in the same house they bought in 1958, so I still visit and my feelings haven't changed. The traffic is horrendous. My husband was given the chance to move back there years back, but we did not even consider it even for a second. The first conversation my husband and I had was about where we aspired to live and discovered we wanted the same. We live in a village surrounded by beautiful countryside, but near to 2 lovely cathedral cities. Here I feel feel peaceful. It is peaceful. All I can hear apart from next doors oil boiler, is owls. No cars. Oh and a moo from the cow in the field behind. Should be asleep!
I don't remember being taught about farming, but I wasn't ignorant. My mum grew up in London, then was evacuated to Cornwall during the war. She had had no idea about where milk came from, but found out the hard way. She learnt how to milk cows the old fashioned way!
