Here, it's safe to heave the kids out to play - youngest was four when we moved to this house, and has always played in the street with the other kids. They also go to and from school alone on the bus or walking (over a mile) on single track roads. The parental worries have gone from stranger danger (virtually none; except in tourist season, we know everyone, they know us) to worrying about them falling off a cliff edge into the sea or managing to find themselves a riptide or current; round here they are, quite literally, lethal in some places.
This is our location. We're off the mainland, we can (and do, regularly) manage fine without the supermarket supplies. Plenty of local folks to trade stuff with if we need to. I keep us in fresh eggs trading soap through the summer. Short of a meteor strike or a massive oil spill, I can't imagine anything we couldn't survive; there's ample water, everywhere - across the road from us are two wee lochs that would supply our village for about a year without any rainfall. Plenty of food and game too, and the facility to grow fresh food. We can't do wheat here, but barley is ok. We'd manage. No need for us to bug out; we're already here
