We have plenty of people who need homes, but cannot afford them: Rents are expensive; mortgage deposits are extortionate; the bank of mum and dad has been squeezed dry. Hard working people desperately need homes.
It can take months of searching for the correct flat in the most convenient part of the city we have chosen. That is all well and good, but what if you can’t decide where you want to go?
What if someone gets your name wrong? What if, even though you’ve corrected them, they continue to use the incorrect version of your name for the next millennium?
I wasn’t born in Whitley Bay, nor did I grow up here. I chose to move here when it came time to raise a family. It’s that kind of place: safe, cosy, aspirational.