My Mum and Dad moved to Wales when they retired, to Ceredigion. They loved the area, the neighbours, the fabulous landscape and the wildlife. They lived in a pretty village on a hillside overlooking a valley, so the views were to die for, and their new-build cottage was warm and snug in winter, with a level garden for summer.
The negatives were there too. The very vocal Welsh nationalist contingent in their local area made them feel very unwelcome and somewhat threatened. As my Mum’s health deteriorated, being some distance from hospital along narrow, steep, winding roads became an issue, and in winter they were sometimes cut off because their village was accessed by a 1:4 hill.
My mum loved it and died there, but it became too remote for my Dad on his own, and he moved to a small market town in England after her death.