To Gloucestershire for the weekend, staying in a beautiful old farmhouse surrounded by fields of sheep, cows, and millions of daffodils in shaded dells, with ducks and pheasants coming to the back door for their breakfast. Bowls of new-laid eggs, antique patchwork lace curtains, a huge fire, nettle,comfrey and wild garlic soup, quince, haw and apple jam,-- peace and stillness (and a lot of laughter of course). Are we making a mistake moving into the centre of town? We do wonder ---all this sort of idyll could be ours- but-- but what? I guess we are actually deep down city folk. There is nothing to stop us visiting people and then they can come up and enjoy the razzle-dazzle of the city. And of course a life like theirs doesn't just happen - it has to grow organically and they have been in their house for 30 years now --we are just a little envious! And then one has to remember the downside-- no mobile phone will work there (bliss actually but totally impractical for us!), they regularly get cut off by snow in the winter ,we have no connections whatsoever with the area, so, let us get on with our plans - onward and upward!