I left London searching for a new country life. I’d spent lockdown despairing in a tiny one-bedroom flat: mourning the end of my relationship with my fiancé, having lost the job I’d had for a decade, I was gripped by something many of us felt during the pandemic: a sense of my own mortality and a craving for a better life.
So, while some people changed jobs, took up knitting, made sourdough or got a dog, I decided on more drastic action – selling my London flat to move to Land’s End.Having grown up in rural Wales and Somerset, I’d long dreamt of country living; Covid gave me the push.
In lockdown London’s streets were either disconcertingly empty or worryingly full. The city culture I loved dissipated overnight.
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