One of lifes greatest pleasures, gazing at stars without light pollution, and listening to "night noises". Screech owls and vixens can be a bit horrific, and lapwings a bit alienlike. Our friends from the smoke always turn up with shiny wellies and wrinkle their noses at the slightest pong. I always need to take my inhaler when i visit them, and manage to find a green space to walk in. I also feel a bit aggoraphobic in shopping centres, but that might be a man thing. Where I see grazing land my friends see real estate and development, or tax dodges instead of woodland. If my Aussie friends from London visit they laugh at my rustic barbeque with logs burning to eventually die down for the coals to cook on, he has a gas barbie, plumbed into the mains, with halogen heatlamps, a lighting system and piped music. It's as though we are from different planets, but we get on fine and we respect each other, especially when he gets free Lamb and pork, and we get a free holiday at one of his villas. Our main household income is derived from "the city" and from industry. a neccessary evil, which creates the stress that the country life releases.