"There is some decent coastline - but mostly it's just boring farmland," he said, with a little more self-deprecation than he actually felt. He had loved it, growing up, but everything always seemed a little more wild and exciting when you were ten, after all. "I hadn't even thought about trying to put it on the Muggle market. I think my mother's family came up in it before we did, and they were wizards ... Still, it's too big for me, I really ought to try to get rid of it. A cottage sounds like more the thing."
He smiled. "I always enjoyed Hogsmeade at Christmas. Do you like it there, so far? I imagine it's rather peaceful. ... On alternate Saturdays, anyway." That was one of the other reasons he wasn't too keen on moving into the city - he liked the quiet. "I'd like to," he said truthfully, before he'd really had much of a chance to think about what exactly that meant. Maybe it was better if he didn't dwell on it for too long. "We'll both need a break, I'm sure, before too long."