I live on the edge of a row of detached homes in a cul de sac and I am tucked up a corner in a very private slot with a 60 foot long (slightly curved) drive, and the road ends with a dead end 100 yards from my drive. (I am No 1.)
I know No's 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, & 10 as they are all in my close. Then the road goes around a bend, and although I see those people when walking, I don't know their names.
The other 9 homes I named, I do swap Christmas cards with, and speak to on the driveways for half hour once or twice a week. I have also taken a couple of the old ladies in the close for doctors appointments and suchlike, and I am in a couple of hobby groups that several of the neighbours go to.
We also meet at the pub once a month or so. (Some of us.) We are a close community but don't go in and out of each other's homes. And I do know all their names and some of their extended families.
I love it here, it's a gorgeous area, my neighbours are fab, and it would take dynamite to move me.