I once met some people at a party who were real 'Escape to the Country' types. They told me at incredible length about how much they loved rural life, how they had a wonderful historic farmhouse, how they loved their historic cider orchard, and finally how they'd had to buy a 4x4 when they moved to the country, because of the mud and the deep snow.
I then found out they lived two doors down from me, and this terrible commute was along a road that both DH and I had been able to cycle every day without particular difficulty. I then realised that they were the people who were unable to do anything with their cider apples, and who had let the old gardener go, because they planned to look after the 'land' themselves, before giving up entirely and just leaving the garden to itself. As for the historic farmhouse...