No vegetables

My friend "A" has lived in the suburbs of our city for as long as I've known him. He (now 70) and his charming wife have revelled in the convenience and luxury of the smallish home they designed furnished and cherished over the years. "Smart Cookies", as I've often thought to myself, but they presented their friends with a big surprise this week.
My highly urbanised friends have sold up, and they're moving, lock, stock and barrel, to a "mansion", on 10 hectares, on the side of a mountain range,inter-state.
We "sensible" people could make fun of these two, of course, for their mature-age sea-change decision. But they do have reasons - like two adult sons, living in the national capital, 16 hours away now, but just an hour's drive after the big move.
"But really," my friend told me a day or so ago,"We're doing it because we want to, and because we can!"
"Good on them," I reckon. There's no law that says we have to vegetate as we age.