A close friend of mine, who’s recently been informed that she’s not allowed to drive for at least 6 months, is profoundly thankful that after her dh died, she moved back to a well-connected flat in her native Stockholm, after over 20 years in rural North Devon, where you needed to drive for over ten minutes to get to any shop except the volunteer-run village one.
Which was an uphill walk of half an hour plus anyway, and with very restricted opening hours.
Should add that staying with her and her dh many times over the years, very nice though it was for a visit, put paid to any romantic ideas I had of moving to the country once we’d retired.