We live on a woodland park especially for people over 50 years old. All of our bungalows are detached and surrounded by trees, bushes and flowers, so, although I can see my neighbour's house across the road, I can also see the squirrels running from my rose garden over to her willow tree.
I see the pairs of collared doves settle on the quiet road, deigning to shuffle to the side when an infrequent car slowly passes my window. I always know whose car it is and I recognise everyone who walks past because I know everybody in my wooded lane and a great many of the 300 or so people on the park.
It is quiet and peaceful, except when the odd pheasant screeches on his way to the fields behind us, and it's the best home I have ever had