When I was 10 and dsis was 8, our parents moved us all to a remote village on the side of a Shropshire hill. Looking back, I am sure they did it because it fulfilled all their dreams, but they didn’t stop to think whether it would be good for dsis and me - and it wasn’t. We had no way to get out of the village except dad driving us - mum couldn’t drive, and we couldn’t have afforded two cars anyway, and there was a minimal bus service - by which I mean a bus that came round the villages on a Wednesday, took people to the nearest small town, and brought them back a few hours later. If you wanted to use the hourly bus that ran during the daytime, the bus stop was over 2 miles away.
We did not fit in at all. The village school we went to had a total of 32 pupils - 10 Infants and 22 Juniors - and every single one of them had known each other from their cradles and they all knew everyone else’s families - and dsis and I were total strangers who didn’t have the local accent (we spoke BBC English), knew no-one, and where all the other kids had been brought up outdoors, on farms, we were indoorsy, bookish kids, and we did not fit in at all.
I was bullied from the early days at the primary school until I left the local comp at 16. The few friends I did make at senior school all lived too far away for me to see them outside school - dad was out at work from 7.45am until about 6pm, and he had no desire to drive my sister or me to visit friends - he wanted to spend his spare time in the garden, which was why he and mum had chosen to move to the country. So I spent years basically on my own, reading, when I wasn’t in school being bullied. I did tell mum about the bullying, but she did nothing.
About 12 years ago, dh and I were considering a big move - from Essex to rural Scotland, and we took the time to make sure the boys were going to be happy with the move - we discussed it with them, and found out what mattered to them, about where we might choose to live, and they came with us to visit schools and house hunt.
We picked a big village, with a good school and good transport links, so when they got older, they could get out and about without having to rely on us - and we did a lot of driving them around, to enable them to join things like sports clubs that helped them to make friends.
The village was a lot less insular and clique-y than the one my parents chose, and the boys all settled in well - they all made good friends, and we kept a close eye on things to ensure they were happy and settled.
So to answer your question, @MumEeeee, I think moving to the country can work well for kids, but you need to be careful where you move to - is it friendly and welcoming to outsiders. You need to be aware of transport links, and the availability of local clubs - sports clubs, Scouts/Guides, drama, choirs etc etc - within easy reach so as they get older your kids aren’t completely reliant on you driving them everywhere. But when they are younger, you probably do have to bite the bucket and be prepared to drive them to see friends or do hobbies.
My dad would drive us to our music lessons, and that was it.