by Paul Sanders
Forbes
After decades of living in London, Los Angeles, New York, and Dallas, my wife and I decided to settle down in the Scottish countryside. The “middle of nowhere” is a happening place compared to where we live. On a busy day, we may see a couple of cars (one of which is normally lost tourists looking for where they film “Outlander”), a tractor, and an ATV with a border collie hanging off the back.
The nearest town – which is five miles away – contains a pub, petrol station, convenience store, and a post office that closes for lunch, half-days on Wednesday, and, really, any other time they feel like it.
The world doesn’t interfere here. And we like it that way… until recently.