There’s going to be a follow-up video to this video, and it’s going to be called Should I Move To The Country" Because I fear that I might have made moving to the country seem like a no-brainer decision in my latest Day In The Life; I feed the chickens as the sun comes up, walk the dog as it sets again, do some work at Babington House and walk around the garden, completely unobserved by another soul, wearing pyjamas and a pair of walking boots. It seems (at least to me) pretty perfect.
To be fair, I could have really hammed up the joys of life in the country – pulled a pie from the AGA whilst a muddy dog snoozes by my feet, filmed myself lying under the stars, the total and utter silence broken only by the manic hooting of the Noisy Owl Collective that lives in our garden. I could have filmed Mr AMR (or his silhouette, being the secretive man that he is) bringing wood in for the fire or doing something practical in a muddy Landrover, if he owned a Landrover, or I could have filmed the house from across the hedgerows and green fields, the windows warmly lit and the chimneys swirling wisps of smoke. And even though I didn’t do any of these things – I just told it as it is – I sometimes suspect that, to many people, life in the country might seem like an obvious, “dream life” decision. Not always so. Which is why I want to follow this up with a video I’ve been meaning to film for a while; a wild and honest ramble t...