The Isle of Wight is going downhill, but not as fast as the North Island. I put this down to the docility of the natives.
Crops of new housing are being raised in too many fields close to me, with no investment in the supporting infrastructure. The local GP surgery is under siege, with my ability to see a doctor (and I have an ongoing serious medical condition) limited to “nurse recommends a change of medication“, death, or a need for a sick/fit note.
My GP, whom I recruited from Germany in another life, is working till nigh on midnight most weekday evenings, supported by one partner and a succession of locums. There used to be ten full time GPs at this practice.
The ferries are so expensive that you need their special offer codes to take your car to the mainland for a day; it’s almost £100 return if you go away for longer than a couple of nights.
Finally, my employment contract has been TUPEd to the worst dental practice on the island (9 miles away) when the employing trust (NOT IOW TRUST) gave up the contract because it was too much trouble to manage us from Somerset. I used to work 200 yards from home.
All of the foregoing has led me to decide to move back to Scotland. I’m preparing the house for sale and looking for somewhere to live roughly between Wick and Aberdeen.