Escape to the country, indeed! The other half really likes it but as soon as I see the titles come up I reach for my big blunderbuss of criticism fully loaded with verbal shrapnel, which I fire off with great pleasure as I don't like the programme. I find it patronising and divisive. This does not go down well with herself and I am usually sent back under the carpet and told to simmer down quietly in the corner. I note, however, that some of these escape programmes are years old so assume they are just used as tv channel padding these days, like so much else.
Like others, I wonder what happens when the country novelty wears off, the chimney smokes, manure spreading starts, the thatch drops off, church bells ring round the clock, the septic-tank overflows, foxy gets the chickens, the lamas escape, coypus invade the pond, and the pigs root up the neighbours garden. And how do they feel in the middle of winter when they're cut off from the rest of the world when phone, internet and satellite tv are down, roads are icy and blocked, family don't visit and they really wish they'd stayed nearer to all the old familiar things and faces back where they came from.
On the other hand I might be forced to agree, if pressed, that an element of jealousy is driving all this, so perhaps I'll just shut up and crawl back under the carpet!