Oh I think it was me who could stand accused of AP bashing, and you know what I stand by what I said as right now I'm really not in the mood to be politically correct and pussy foot around anybody or anything.
However, my definition of AP is obviously very wide of the mark as Rainbow I am not talking about you. I am talking about the extreme view that children should be with a parent 24/7, which I strongly believe to be unhealthy and to the detriment of a child's independence. Back in the day children were raised by the tribe. They benefit from socialisation with other children, and contact with other adults. I see it in dd and I see it in her peers. Other children play and interact in a way that parents do not, and that is an important part of childhood. Rainbow both you and your DH work, and use childcare, so your dd is already living in an environment where she feels safe and secure when separated from a parent. That's a positive thing. She will also benefit enormously from nursery, where she will learn to share, copy and interact with her peers. To be honest unless your nanny works less than 8 hours week your dd actually spends more time away from you than mine does. . As you said, choices, what works etc
On the subject of city v country nurseries, Stormy there are specific minimum outside space requirements regardless of location. The toddle attends a nursery in a converted stable block on a farm, but the outside play areas are restricted to fenced areas, probably complying with the legal minimum. It's s safety thing I guess, and I'm happy with that as she gets to run about in the park and the fields with me.
I'm really quite disappointed you had no ghostly apparition at the window however
. You had the makings of a good story there. The toddle periodically does something that really freaks me out. She stands in the front room doorway and stares into the hall like she is watching someone. For ages. Always when I am alone in the house. This place ranges dates 300 years old at one end to 1940s at the other, and was a cottage hospital during the war, so who's to know what's lurking under the stairs...... Mice probably 
DH has just told the biggest gossip in The City that I am in labour, as he was on the phone to him, and I thought I was. Tried walking round the block but had to come home. Everything stopped in a hot bath though, so hey ho, false alarm. Bl**dy hurt though. You know that thing where everyone says you forget what labour was like the second you hold your baby. Well it's true, you do. I don't really remember pain!