sourdough loaf. The week would be for work, contemplation and a spot of gardening – except, in reality, the week was also for packed lunches and school runs.
And the gardening didn’t involve tending an abundant vegetable patch, but trying to cultivate one in the first place. I also realised that the version of me that would embrace silent country living obviously forgot about wanting to socialise too.
I had a couple of close friends and a handful of family reasonably nearby, but I also needed to make new friends.What I really didn’t expect was that for the first time in my life, I’d struggle to do that.
In my mind, it would be friendlier out of London. But it is not. That’s not to say it is less friendly, but it’s definitely not that cheery.
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