OPINION - Leaving London is for people who can't handle the tough stuff — I'm so glad I never quit
Sometime around their late thirties and early forties, something happens to each generation. A fundamental division emerges between those who flit the for the and those who stay. The old ravers head to . The gays to St Leonards. Fancy types that need at least one boutique hotel in their immediate sightline gravitate to or Deal. Artful bohemian London will land in Lewes. Each seaside enclave houses its own distinct demographic. One wonders how those who choose the chocolate box village ever coped with the capital. Perhaps they rarely left Chiswick?
