Sometimes I think of leaving London and going to live in Northumberland, perhaps. This morning I would have liked to have walked away from the London pavements into icy fields and misty air.
There in the northern hills, I would buy a grand stone house with high ceilings and vast windows and fill it with my children and have some more. We would have dogs and chickens. The family would ride and look after sheep. Used to the wind, we would be, hardy from our outdoorsy life. We would eat heartily but always be fit and strong. We would read and write like the Bronte sisters, indulging in our imaginations and space.
For the moment, I shall put that idea away with the others as London life perks up as January comes to an end.