In praise, once again, of country living

We had dinner last night at Stanton St. John, a pretty village about 5 miles from Oxford.

I enjoyed driving there. Everything was pretty, picturesque. Wide open spaces for the spirit to unfurl.

Leaving Oxford to my village, Garsington, is a very similar experiences. You drive past open fields, and get into a relaxed, country frame of mind.

Stanton St. John was five miles further, so even more relaxing.

I wondered if I should have lived there.

But no, I am just the right distance from the wonderful city of Oxford.

I live in the beautiful village of Garsington.

Far enough so that I do not hear road noise on my dirt lane.

Far enough so that my neighbours are cows and horses.

Far enough so that I am surrounded by greenery.

Close enough to go in for French conversation classes, Christian history classes, small groups, church events, school events, museums, restaurants, all the delights of a city.

The amazing thing is that I stumbled upon my house. It was only the second house I looked it.

And I love both house and location!!