You must all immediately come to Suffolk. It only takes 53 hours to drive from London and they live in houses like THIS.
Also, they have pretty lakes. I ran round this one this morning and tripped on a tree stump, which sent me flying – literally FLYING – down a dirt track. I’m faintly worried I might have broken my right hand, because I can’t put any pressure on it and it’s all swollen. But it’s frightfully common to grumble about flesh wounds, so I won’t.