Today I sold my bolt-hole in rural Norfolk. It's been a haven of peace and quiet - and distance - from the madness of teaching (and the family) for years, and was bought with money my parents left me. Longer and longer hours, holidays eaten up with schoolwork, and the sheer mileage have made it uneconomic to keep as I simply wasn't using it as often as I wanted, and when I did get over there the time was spent on maintenance, rather than having a proper break. Now I have more time but I have less money to spend on it (the downside of working in the third sector). And none of my teacher friends ever wanted to use it: "Norfolk?? It's awfully flat"; "No thanks, we're going to Iceland" etc. So head ruled over heart in the end. Financially I will be better off - what with site fees, standing charges and council tax etc., but on the other hand it did represent not only an escape from the every day, but was a space where I could do whatever and exactly what I pleased. Beautiful in the summer; freezing in the autumn and spring - but mine, and so peaceful! I am going to have to find other ways of accessing what it's given me for the last decade or so.