One forgets that small country towns are exactly that. Small.
With almost nothing that the City has.
I am at Muchea, 50 kms north of Perth. Population - 759.
One combined Petrol Station-Post office-Supermarket-Takeaway Cafe.
Not having been here before I drove around the 10 streets that are Muchea looking for a Coffee Place.
I have an book of Western Australian Country Towns and this place does not get an entry.
I needed to “Google” Muchea to find the “Cafe Strip”.
It was on the Other side of the Railway Line.
Sitting here for an hour, one is exposed to a Microcosm of Country Town Australia.
There are Cockies(Farmers) wearing Akubra Hats, Truckies(Road Train Drivers), Bikies(Motorcycle Gang Members), Bikers(Motor Cycle Enthusiasts), Cyclists(Racing Cycle Riders- in their obligatory Lycra Shorts), Grey Nomads(Retirees driving around the Country), Youth with their hair coloured purple/pink/psychedelic. CWA members(Country Women’s Association)
Of the 24 vehicles in the car park, 21 of them are 4WDs.
Hahaha, Oh Dear poor you. We live in the back of beyond on the very North Coast of Scotland, we can see Hoy the nearest of the Orkney Isles across the Firth. I hate big Towns, too noisy, too busy, too dirty. Our nearest neighbour is a quarter mile away and the village 2 miles away. In the other direction is the wee town and that’s 5 miles away. I love the wide open spaces, the Wild ocean, and the quiet.
And Yes, we have a couple of 4 wheel drives. 
Like this?
had to google to see where it was
Kinclune House and Osprey Annex
Scotland
Magnificent 19th century baronial mansion set on a Highland estate near the Cairngorms, perfect for get-togethers with friends and family.
You lucky sod Bretrick…Sounds like paradise to me…
No not swish like that. This.
That’s where we lived several downs. The Laird was in the big house. He and walked quite a lot and we were bird watchers. Long time ago.
After many, many years in London I realised it was very much a place for the young. Too busy, too crowded, to angry or anxious, too expensive. I’m now properly out in the country on a road that perhaps gets a dozen cars a day.
I still quite like a visit back to the city, but only for a day or two.
Lincs, there are times when I go back to London and I find that just a day can be more than enough! 
I was a bit apprehensive when as a courier I got my first drive down to London.
I came down the M1 and proceeded through Brent Cross and onto the A5 past Cricklewood, drove down Kilburn High road, past St Johns Wood and past the cricket ground at Lords. My recollection of the rest of the journey is somewhat vague… 
I couldn’t believe the variety and multi-cultural people, it was thronging with activity. With an A to Z map book open on the passenger seat I navigated my way through London to the drop off point and then made a dash for home…I returned the same way that I came (I used the same route many times during my courier years and the many visits to London) and finally as I was spat out on to the M1 at the last roundabout where the A5 joins the M1.
Just a mile or two up the road I pulled off the motorway at the services adequately named ‘The London Gateway’…It was like being thrown off a kids roundabout…I breathed a sigh of relief as I tucked into my Tuna and sweetcorn sandwich and sloshed it down with a cup of tea while watching some Muslims kneeling on mats on the grass and praying to Allah…
I felt like joining them… But it became an exciting experience and certainly sharpened up my driving abilities…
I used to London quite often in China Town - Gerrard Street. I, and my Brother-in-Law, used to have dinner and then went to the Casino. He was a Croupier there. Long time ago.
My Father lived in Bow, so I used to make regular trips there. This was some years ago and I expect a drive there would be more difficult these days. More recently, A few trips to London by train for days out. The main line to Waterloo Station isn’t far away from where we are. Walked it a few times …or driven there and parked in the station car park for the day.
Quite happy not to live in a small village but somewhere that has shops and is near to countryside and very near to bus stops.
I try to avoid shops We like paths like the Roman Road:
Had to go raking for this wee video, it’s an old one and thankfully I now have it bookmarked. 
Anyway it goes from the village to Thurso, the chopper passes right over our place so you can see better than I can explain it to you. Best watched on full screen.
Small towns and villages can be great. I love popping into villages where I know folk and the simple activity of buying bread or visiting a friend turns into a group chat and a lovely bit of banter. This morning I nipped up to my local baker because he makes a rye bread on Friday. This is called le noir, only made on Friday (I’m in France, vendredi pour le noir). Which ended up with three other customers joining in joking about black Friday. The baker insisted that he genuinely put the price up to 3 euros six days ago therefore today’s price of 2 euros was certainly a black Friday offer.
Simple joys of human interaction and banter. London never offered that.