Country mouse

We were Christmas shopping in Toulouse yesterday.  A day in this, the fourth largest city in France, is always a treat.  It’s affectionately known as ‘la ville rose’, because of the predominant building material, a deep pink brick.  Elegant long tall terraces of town houses, public buildings, hidden courtyards wait to be discovered and re-discovered on every visit.  We have so much more still to find and explore.  There are fabulous churches and museums, wonderful and often quirky independent shops, appetising restaurants and bars to suit every budget and taste.  The River Garonne and the Canal du Midi pass though the city offering a feeling of space and fresh air.

And yet…..

By about half past three, we’re footsore, weary and confused like Aesop’s poor dear Country Mouse who decided the simple, yet safe country life was preferable to the riches and dangers of life in the city.  We want to go home.

A couple of more recent Pearly Kings
A couple of more recent Pearly Kings

I was always a city girl.  Raised in London, I had a childhood enriched by Sunday afternoons at the Natural History Museum or frenetically pushing buttons at the Science Museum.  We’d go to watch the Changing of the Guard at Horseguards Parade, nose round hidden corners of the city, still scarred in those days by the aftermath of wartime bombing.  We’d go on our weekly shop to Sainsbury’s:  not a supermarket then but an old-fashioned grocery store, with young assistants bagging up sugar in thick blue – er – sugar paper, or expertly using wooden butter pats to carve up large yellow blocks of butter.  If we were lucky, there would be a Pearly King and Queen outside collecting for some charity.

It was Manchester for my university years.  I loved those proud dark red Victorian buildings celebrating the city’s 19th century status as Cottonopolis, as well as the more understated areas once populated by the workers and managers of those cotton mills, but developed during my time there as Student Central.  I loved the buzz of city life, the buzz of 60’s student life.

Then it was Portsmouth.  Then Wakefield, and Sheffield, and Leeds.  City life meant living with up to 750,00 neighbours.  And I thrived on it.  I never felt too far from wide open spaces, yet a short bus ride brought me theatres, cinemas, exhibitions, shops, choices of schools for my children.  When we moved in 1997 to Harrogate, with a mere 75, 000 inhabitants, it felt small.

This is the Valley Gardens in Harrogate.  I must say it doesn't look too crowded
This is the Valley Gardens in Harrogate. I must say it doesn’t look too crowded

Then we came to the Ariège, to Laroque, population just over 2,000.  The largest town in the whole area is Pamiers, with a mere 19,000 inhabitants.  How could we still think of Harrogate as really rather tiny?    So we needed to change the way we saw things.  We’re accustomed now to at least recognising most of the people whom we see round and about.  We enjoy the fact that we count many people in the community as friends, and that we all turn up to the same events.  We relish the space, the more relaxed pace of life, the sense of belonging that we have here.

These are the kind of traffic conditions we've got used to
These are the kind of traffic conditions we’ve got used to

Now, as we plan our return to England, the idea of the clogged roads of the Harrogate rush hour is unattractive, the busy streets unappealing. Ripon, where we more recently lived is much more like it: 14,000 people.  But we ask ourselves – is even a town this size too big and scary for Country Mice?  Should we continue as we’ve started?   Perhaps we should look at Galphay, Gargrave, Greenhow or Grewelthorpe, average populations about 400?  Or Masham, about 1,250? All of these are near our centre of gravity, Ripon.

So much to think about.  But wherever we end up,  we’ll still want the odd sortie to The Big City.  Toulouse hasn’t seen the back of us yet.

Photos 4, 5, 6 0f the Toulouse series; the Pearly Kings and Harrogate’s Valley Gardens courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

12 thoughts on “Country mouse”

    1. There’s not a chance we’ll go to Greenhow (didn’t know about Kipling though). It was just there for alliteration. Coldstones Cut is fabulous and a must with visitors. And yes, excruciatingly cold.

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    1. Me neither. My son lives there with his wife and visiting is such a treat. But a visit is enough. It sounds as though you may have been in Pompey at a similar period to me. It’s much changed recently, and for the better I think.

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  1. ouuuuuuuuu that was a bit of a change in your life………..from hundreds of thousend down to cows, birds and ducks………xxxx

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  2. Having lived in cities and small villages where you spend most of your life in the car to accomplish the smallest of tasks my advice would be to find somewhere with about 6,000 people. You know where we live. It has all services and a railway station for access to the bright lights. Everything is within walking distance; better, in my view, on so many levels

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    1. Fair point. Yes, unless it’s a big village with a shop and so on, a market town’s probably better. But I do like some of those village names: Grewelthorpe – wonderful!

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  3. It’s a shock being in a city sometimes. Imagine the shock we felt after spending 10 days at sea, just the two of us. Even anchoring off a small island was a shock!

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