Well here I am in the leafy 'burbs of lovely Cirencester, I'm on a trip to see the designers who are working on a couple of books that we are just finishing up. Virgin Cross Country took me to Cheltenham Spa where my friend picked me up. He and his wife used to live just over the hill, in the next valley, from us, but moved south a couple of months ago with their young children to be nearer parents and also not to have the hassle of spending most of their entire lives on the school run, or whatever other run is necessitated by having kids.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
We were talking last night over supper about how important it is to live in the right place for the time of your life - something that it is so easy to get wrong. For us living slap bang in the middle of nowhere works perfectly, but it wouldn't if we had young kids. It won't work once we become older and less able to deal with the garden, and less happy to have to drive the 80 mile roundtrip to Edinburgh. They and I agreed that we were so lucky to have a very wide choice of where we can live; they were also lucky to have sold their house just before the latest round of madness set in. Now they are renting and looking for somewhere in and around Cirencester; the only difficulty is finding somewhere because, apparently, in the current situation there's not much coming on the market. Tricky times!