So much hate for villages?
Sure, there's nothing to do here (save for a pub, and village events in the hall), but we're only three miles from the nearest town here. I can see it from my bedroom window. I work there. I can drive and there's good public transport for the most part. I go out with my friends and have a good time all the time. =/
It's so peaceful here. I can go to sleep without listening to traffic, and wake up to a mass of birdsong. My dad has lived in this very house all 61 years of his life. We have a huge garden. And there's a green belt around the village prohibiting further development, full of rabbits, deer, horses, sheep and cows. I come from two farming families, maybe that's why I love it so much.
(Although I can't say our house is beautiful - it's one of six semi-detached yellow brick ex-Council houses built in the 1920s...to be honest, I never look at the outside).
There's only one city I can stand, and its name is Plymouth.