|St Martins Church, Martindale|
Pretty much everyone has done it; been for a walk or a drive in the countryside, spotted a lovely old cottage in the middle of nowhere and dreamed about maybe living there. But the reality is what looks like an idyllic cottage on a warm summers day is usually a little less than idyllic in the middle of winter when practicalities such as getting to work, or even to and from the shops, kick in.
The way we figured it out "being isolated" a couple of hundred years ago was maybe less of an issue than it is today. Back then everyone was isolated, technologically speaking and, more importantly, they were far more self sufficient than we are today. These days people worry if there's no mobile signal and perish the thought of life without satellite TV and a decent broadband connection.
|The views along Martindale valley|
Interestingly since making the big move 2 years ago from the hustle and bustle of the south east to the peace and quiet of Grange-over-Sands our standards have adjusted; we now find Grange a bit busy, especially in the summer months, and peer longingly at some of the more secluded villages deeper inside the National Park.
|View from Grange prom.|
Not that everyone feels the same way mind. On Sunday I needed to nip to the Spar in the village and I passed a youngish couple wandering forlornly past a row of closed shops (much of Grange is still closed on Sundays) and they weren't at all impressed. "Maybe it's the time of year?" they mused. I was about to helpfully point them to the gorgeous cream cakes at Hazelmere Bakery, the ornamental gardens and the prom when one of them paused in front of the estate agents window. "I wonder how much the houses are around here?" she asked. "Who cares?" came the reply "The place is dead and there's no phone signal, who'd want to live here?" I left them to it, they probably wouldn't have appreciated the cream cakes anyway.