Last weekend I went to the Cotswolds for a wedding. It was beautiful. Rolling fields, drystone walls, charming villages - I want nothing more that to move there and sit in a sun-dappled garden listening to birdsong (which isn’t even out of the question, there were beautiful three-bedroom houses for sale that were cheaper than my middling London flat. Commute would be a pain though).
Still… it’s a bit Tory, innit?