Decisions decisions

Even though any kind of real decision is a long long way away, I'm suddenly feeling the pressure of figuring out whether we're going to move down here to France or not.

Today brought up some of the highlights (from top left, clockwise): more family time (even if it is hunched around the i-phone). And note that we're having lunch outdoors. In October. In t-shirts.

Next, Grapefruit. You can just grow them in your garden. I mean, anything will grow. In Scotland I pretty much just have some pots of mint and sage (and a mutant rosemary). But here you can harvest cherries in April. And still be harvesting tomatoes into November.

Next, it's gorgeous. This is the view from the hills above Ceret, looking east over the Alberes (the Pyrenees as they go into the sea) to the Roussillon plain and the sea. And it's sunny often.

Next, food. Just great. With apologies to raheny-eye, here's some fab saucisson sec (this one's venison). Great fruit, veg, cheese, game. And the Lidl 100 yards from our house has free range fresh chicken and rabbit. It's a middle class secular version of heaven. How could I say no?

Trouble is, despite having been recently imported to the place, I love Scotland. And all our family is within easy reach of there. (Though I'm sure living down here we wouldn't be short of visitors.) And then there's the language. My French is ok, but not great, but then given that I'm still not understood in most of Scotland with my funny Geordie vowels, maybe I should just make the jump.

It's a tough one. Still, having been havering for 10 years already, maybe I should give myself just a little longer to figure it all out.

Anyone got any advice?