Sometimes when people find out we have moved from the city to the country they tend to ask, "Why?", as if it is the most bizarre thing in the world. "There's the commute...... and the commute", they gasp.
"It's the space", I tell them, although it's much, much more than that.
How do you explain something you feel in your soul?
Rather than use many, many words which still don't adequately convey it, here's a picture.