Struggling to settle, a skateboarding sister and First Communions.
Why are you here? The question I am asked so frequently is posed not with hostility but with curiosity, astonishment, even. No one but no one, I have learned, moves to Norfolk on a romantic whim about wildness and freedom, a reaction to being locked down in London. They follow a husband – or wife – or come home to take over the estate or farm. As our second anniversary of leaving London loomed in the dog days of August, I stumbled onto social media to try to articulate how I have struggled to settle here. (Caveat: husband and children are thriving – hashtag “living their best lives” etc etc.)
