City centre living is getting me down. Specifically the yelling and whooping girls in the street right now. It's these times I fantasize about living in this 17th century house with a stream in the garden and tap water from a natural spring.
Where the view from your garden is this
I'd show you the road, except it's a country track and the Google car never ventures on tracks.
Of course, when we got snowed in, Dave and I would probably go crazy and re-enact The Shining on a teeny tiny scale, but right now, the quiet of those hills is so appealing