I grew up near Edinburgh, but spent all my holidays up in the highlands. Remote. Rough. Hard ways. We used to rent/stay at old stone farm houses, with roaring fires, and we could walk our dogs for hours and hours. It was such a peaceful place, with not much else to do in the evenings bar read history books.
Sounds idyllic eh?
At the time I bloody hated it. I couldn't wait to escape to go and live in a big city. Since then I've lived in Toronto and London, and often work in Asian cities. I have a lucrative career, but still have only a 2 bed flat in a smartish area of London.
Am I crazy to think f*ck it all, and give up the career I worked so hard to get, and give up my urban life, and piss off back to the Highlands again.
We've found stunning farm houses, where we could live comfortable but a modest life style, settle down, get some dogs, we are ttc. Has anyone made a similar mvoe?