I moved from London to a very rural part of Kent, a year ago. I am four miles from the nearest main road and live on a stable yard, where there is very rarely a dull day. This morning at 5.15, one of the horses, who falls asleep on his feet, then falls over had done so in the night and kicked his stable door off, escaping into the main block, seeing as I live in a minute flat above the stable I was woken up and had to go investigate, out of my warm bed. The early dawn mist is lying close to the ground over the fields, the dawn chorus has been and gone. It is such a change to wake to either horses or birds instead of sirens wailing past as they did in North London, where I moved from. There are downsides, insofar as the water goes off every so often, my calor gas bottle tends to run out in the middle of sunday dinner, the cess pit has to be pumped out once a week a smell that makes you gag, mud all winter and flies in the summer. Mmmm nice. Altogether better than London though.