Rickinghall/Botesdale- A twitter travelogue

So some quick background on how an urban boy like me finds himself marooned in the middle of nowhere:

Soph & I used to live here: http://www.twitpic.com/873ti on the Southbank of the Thames right by Tower Bridge.

We also owned the 500 year old house I live in now and we stayed here at weekends.

To cut a long story short three years ago we decided that, given how fragile my mental state was at the time, we should downscale, sell the flat, use the money we made on that to pay off the mortgage on the house and move here permanently.

Soph now works just 3 days a week commuting into London and my business plan means I average 50/60 gigs a year.

Now I’m all better(ish) & in my right mind(ish) I often find it stifling and lacking in stimulating people to talk to on a daily basis – That’s where you twitpeeps come in and thank you for it :)

So I live in a tiny village of (I’ve just checked) about a 1,000 people called Rickinghall.

Rickinghall is about a half mile long and runs without break into another half mile long village called Botesdale. To me it’s one village but the locals get quit uppity about it.

Everyone knows everyone else. Almost everyone has cousins and brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles in the village and the families are very interrelated.

I genuinely have seen no evidence of incest but I remain vigilant.

I live in the middle of Rickinghall so I am now going to walk to the end and walk back past my house to the end of Botesdale twitpicing all the way – I hope it doesn’t rain!