Final Pastoral?

She thinks open fields are what they need. 
He agrees, but fears a move’s too risky if the grass isn’t green
and the thatch is thinner on the other side.
He foresees the ducking stool, creaking steps, confused electrics.
Twenty-eight years in one place – bricks and mortar fills up brains and hearts.
She says, we've got one life. Lets show some gusto.
Re-find our youth, he agrees, a trek across the Empty Quarter,
the Atacama's volcanic paths might be the answer,
but leaving Ealing could be much harder than they think.