I’m sat on a log on the top of a mountain writing this. It’s perfect August weather; all the best bits of Summer with just a hint of Autumn in the air.
I love being up in the mountains. I love the cool air and the calmness. It’s moments like this when I wonder about all those people working in the big cities. I pity the people trapped in tiny houses commuting for hours to get to low paid jobs in London. I don’t understand why they can’t leave and be here.
The commute might be just as long to get to the nearest city job but look at it! This is what you get to drive through. The property is cheap and the air is pure.
Dear London, get out whilst you still can.