Had I moved to Horsham in the belief that I would sample the good life, or at least the country life, I would be asking for a refund.
I had occasion to visit Horsham, in Sussex, the other day, and although it is considerably further away from London than the village in which I live, the traffic levels were intolerable. Actually, they weren’t. It was just that we were all bunched together by a succession of traffic lights apparently programmed to turn red if anyone should presume to pass. Stop….50 yards….stop….50 yards….stop….50 yards….stop. Our progress was merely a succession of punctuation marks.
I began to realise just how unaccustomed I have become to such impediments. In our village there are no traffic lights, no yellow lines, no parking meters, no traffic wardens, no zebra crossings, no this, no that. Yet we are fewer than 10 minutes from the M25.
I should be interested to learn how close you can get to London yet still live in a place that no traffic lights, no yellow lines, no parking meters etc., etc. As the crow flies, our village is about 21 miles from Charing Cross. Can you better that?
