Windmills are going to be the death of Scotland and even England if they don’t do something about them. They are ruining the countryside.
Where I live is about an hour and a half West of London. I live in the countryside… It’s a classic little village, and it’s idyllic in a lot of ways.
I grew up in the countryside, in literally the middle of nowhere. We had one neighbor and a lot of sheep.
I grew up in the English countryside, raising ducks and chickens.
What I discovered all over Ireland is that people living simple lives by the sea or in the remote countryside seem a lot calmer than city folk with their iPads and their Android phones.
I grew up in the countryside in Saitama prefecture, north of Tokyo.
I grew up in the New Zealand countryside. We didn’t have television until I was 14, so sing-alongs were our only entertainment.
It is quite interesting that whilst there are tremendous theories, in the 1960s when IT was born, everybody was supposedly going to their cottage in the countryside to work in a virtual way.
I long for the countryside. That’s where I get my calm and tranquillity – from being able to come and find a spot of green.
I love long power walks in the countryside.
The widespread use of pesticides in the French countryside, and its worrying effects on nature and the environment, had troubled me for years.
Two things revolutionised life: moving to the countryside and falling in love.
In Surrey, we’re surrounded by countryside and wildlife. And I love my garden. My father was never more at peace than when he was in his garden. I’ve inherited his green fingers.
I grew up in the countryside with the factory here, my house 200 metres away, my grandma’s house 50 metres away, in a kind of old-style Italian society where everyone works for the family business, everyone lives nearby, and the people you spend your time with are your family.
I was brought up on a council estate in the countryside near Stoke Prior in Worcestershire, but I adored visiting the farm where my father worked.
Whether it has been supporting Corby’s new free school, or fighting for the truth on the Cube overspend and land development deals, or striving to protect the East Northamptonshire countryside, in my work as the local MP I have always been struck, as I said in my maiden speech, by the pride people have in our area.
I’ve realized that I really like spending time in the countryside and having a garden.
I grew up in Colombo but was lucky enough to spend a lot of time in the countryside as well. Although there was considerable turbulence, even in the 1950s, it did not throw a shadow on my consciousness.
Very early on, I was writing stories, and I was amazed at Spielberg’s movies when I was young. Coming from the countryside, I was so impressed with the way he was able to tell stories and the way he was able to deal with le merveilleux – the wonders.
Well, I just said that Jesus and I were both Jewish and that neither of us ever had a job, we never had a home, we never married and we traveled around the countryside irritating people.
Have you ever been to the countryside? It’s so small. And there’s nothing to do.
I usually live an extremely normal life, since I live in the countryside. Even when people call me ‘famous’ and such, I can’t really fathom it, even now.
I grew up in the New Zealand countryside. We didn’t have television until I was 14, so sing-alongs were our only entertainment.
Japan was this wonderful unexplainable sensual explosion – everything about it I found fascinating. There’s a real dichotomy between the ‘Blade Runner’-esque Tokyo to visiting a Buddhist monastery in the countryside.
Apart from its dangers, much of Iraq isn’t very interesting to look at. The landscape is flat and dun colored. The dirt just beyond the highway is littered with hunks of twisted and mangled metal, some of it the detritus of wars, some of it just unclaimed junk. The countryside looks muddy and broken.
I prefer the countryside to cities. This is also true of my films: I have made more films in rural societies, and villages, than in towns.
Well, I just said that Jesus and I were both Jewish and that neither of us ever had a job, we never had a home, we never married and we traveled around the countryside irritating people.
I’m certainly not squeamish at all. The countryside makes you very aware of birth and death.
I would head to the countryside for peace and silence. That would be the best way, away from panicked, hysterical people.
I think that a lot of people will agree that Donegal is the countryside, it’s trees and fields, but especially when you’re a kid you can make so much out of that.
I grew up in the countryside as a normal kid.
The ideological and cultural revolutions have been promoted successfully in the countryside with the result that the ideological and spiritual qualities of our agricultural working people have been transformed remarkably, and a great development has also been achieved in the realm of cultural life in the countryside.
I was brought up in a flat in North London – virtually the last building in London, because north of us was countryside all the way to the coast, and south of us was non-stop London for 20 miles.
When we went to Belfast we saw some beautiful countryside and coastlines.
In our fervor to halt the potential spread of totalitarianism, what incredible precedent are we setting in Vietnam? By marching our legions through the countryside of foreign continents, burning homes, laying waste to the land, and indiscriminately killing friend and foe alike?
They don’t have a lot of crime in the countryside other than theft. But every once in a while, things turn ugly, and when they turn ugly, they turn very ugly.
For such a small country, Britain packs in an amazing diversity of landscapes: coastline, lakes, mountains, rolling countryside, villages and great cities.
With ‘Stones is His Pockets’ you have effectively a bare stage with two actors and yet a whole world in rural Ireland is created. There’s the countryside, the bar interior, the dressing room and the star’s bedroom.
I grew up in the countryside, and I was obsessed with horses and wildlife.
My life has been that of someone who has moved from the countryside to the society. To make that transition, I have had to learn a lot.
Research the venue and location before outfit shopping, as it helps set the mood and style focus: a traditional wedding in the countryside offers a different set of sartorial rules to a tropical, beach vibe, for instance.
I live in the English countryside, so I’m surrounded by magpies.
That’s one of the things I miss most about Australia – the countryside.
Most of the black women who lived in the lower end of Vrededorp came from the countryside and were there to be near their menfolk who worked in the mines. They spoke neither English nor Afrikaans.
If you’re going to learn how to ride a bike as an adult, do it somewhere where there’s no people in the middle of the countryside. Don’t do it where people are born on bikes basically.
I have, I must admit, despised the English countryside for much of my life – despised it and avoided it for its want of danger and adventure.
Natural life, lived naturally as it is lived in the countryside, has none of that progress which is the base of happiness. Men and women in rural communities can be compared to a spring that rises out of a rock and spreads in irregular ever-widening circles. But the general principle is static.
In the countryside, litter doesn’t have a friend. It doesn’t have anybody who’s saying, ‘Wait a minute, this is really starting to get out of control.’
