A nice place to live.

There's a lovely little curiosity not far from where I live - the village of Bournville. Yes, I'm sure you associate the name with Cadbury's chocolate, and you're right. Back in the late 1800s, George Cadbury, one of two brothers running the chocolate factory founded by his father was so appalled by the slum conditions many of his workers were living in in Birmingham that he decided to build houses for them in the countryside outside the city, and Bournville was born.  So it is a "model" village - planned from the word go and as such has developed a very closed community feel. There is a Village Trust which exercises quite close control over what residents can and can't do.  You won't see TV aerials there for instance - they're banned.  I remember many years ago visiting relatives of my wife who lived there, and asking what the strange black box next to their television was, to be told that it was their cable connection to the village's one and only aerial.  Cable TV years before the expression became commonplace!  I often wonder how these days they cope with the question of satellite dishes.  The other big thing is that, as the Cadbury family were Quakers, there are no pubs, and indeed the sale of alcohol is banned within the village.  There have been several attempts to change this, but it appears that those who live there rather like the fact that they're different and want to keep it that way. They can, of course, buy their booze outside the village and drink it at home.