After the purchase of the house in Hereford fell through, we found one in Goodrich. Within view of the castle.
Being the son of a Welshman, Himself was/is/forever will be against living that side of the Marches. And Scotland. And Ireland. Go figure.
Goodrich is gorgeous. Rural. Within a short distance of Ross-on-Wye, Hereford, Monmouth, Hay-on-Wye. Mountainous and mysterious.
Again – it was not meant to be :o(
I ended up in almost flat but with “rolling hills” Lincolnshire !
P.S. We have a flag pole in the garden. He would only ever have the cross of st george flying. I threatened him with the Red dragon…..he blew his top when I suggested the Saltire :o)