As I seem to have been the root cause of this thread, I think I had better chip in.
I was born in Carlisle, as was Sheila. We lived in a lovely terraced Georgian House, internally immaculate, with all modern conveniences, and with pleasant neighbours either side. It was 5 minutes to work for both of us and 10 minutes to walk to the city centre.
Then the neighbours from Hell moved in next door.
Screaming arguments between the parents, screaming out-of- control kids etc.
After a couple of months I declared we had to move before I was arrested for murder.
Our house sold to the first people to see it and we agreed to buy a DETACHED property just north of the city. All was rosy until we were gazumped and suddenly were left with the real prospect of being homeless!
We rapidly searched through the houses available and decided through desperation to put a bid in on the cottage in Aiketgate. It was a tip and needed a lot of work, but we knew the owners also wanted a quick sale. We got it for 5000 less than we were going to pay for the other property and 10000 less than the original asking price.
We knew nothing about the village, apart from the fact that I had driven through the village a few times when working!
The first night we spent sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor, because the bed wouldn't go up the stairs! Sheila was in tears at "leaving her beautiful home for this tip!" The next day I had to cut the divan base in half to get a bed in the bedroom!
NOW, we love the village and the area. Yes, it gets cut off if it snows, there's no shop, pub, telephone box or any other amenity in the village, but the residents are lovely, everyone will help everyone else, it's peaceful, totally rural and I can see the Lake District mountains out of the windows.