When my wife and I lived in Bristol we developed a metric designed to measure how enjoyable a city was to live in that we called "time to sheep". Basically it's a measure of how long you have to travel from the center of the city before you're in the English countryside surrounded by sheep and the best cities have a low (but not too low) "time to sheep" metric. It helped explain one of the reasons we loved living in…
In Fitzroy, any semblance of a sheep is at the least an hour away. It takes that long until you even feel like you're on the outskirts of suburbia. Leaving the city is a drag; so you don’t.*
In Braddon, we can ride our bikes for 15 minutes and see grazing cows. 15 minutes in a car and you're in rolling hills. It's magnificent.
(*Which, to be fair, I didn’t really want to most of the time. That’s why I chose to live in Fitzroy! But then you get older -- 48 now -- and things change.)