For two decades, I’ve lived in a field. I’m not sure I want to die in one”

December 1, 11 pm and my husband and I are lying in bed. 

Earlier today, we signed contracts on the sale of our old farmhouse. Now, we are considering our future. Or to put it another way, my husband is challenging my sudden decision to move house now, throughout the month of December, rather than wait until January, when Christmas will be over.

“Let’s think rationally about this,” he says, “I mean, there’s no rush.”