I have thought about this on and off and genuinely I cannot think of any place I would rather live.
Me neither. It would break my heart to have to move abroad forever.
I love to travel and see different places. I love the USA, Italy, Ireland. Spain is nice too. Didn’t like Australia.
Yup, you can go to XXXXXXXXX and they have, bigger, higher, deeper, hotter, steeper, more etc, and that’s great it really is.
But there’s one thing GB does better than anyone else and that’s pretty, quaint and comfortable.
There’s simply nowhere on earth like it. Little thatched cottages grown into their surroundings, patchwork higgledy piggledy fields and winding roads, purple heather on the moors, brightly painted seaside towns, hazy views over the sea….. All that sort of thing.
If I get one day, just one day, a year where I’m outside in the countryside with warm sunshine, blue skies, twittering skylarks overhead, and that rich, warm scent drifting on the breeze then it keeps me going for a year. I’d wouldn’t trade that one day for a million days elsewhere.