It is, sadly, inevitable; the hamlet is accessed by a single track wiggly stone-walled (so totally unforgiving) lane about 200m long, with a bend about midway such that you can't see beyond it. If two cars meet going in the opposite direction, the unwritten rule among the neighbours is that whoever has passed the bend has right of way, and the other one has to reverse either to the bottom of the lane or to our drive, which are the nearest passing places down and up respectively. When you are no longer able to reverse your car up or down the lane in the dark and the rain, you know the clock's ticking; of course no-one says anything, but we've all lived here decades, we've watched older neighbours reach that point, and we know what it means. You need all your faculties working in reasonable order to drive out here - besides narrow lanes there are livestock wandering round, tractors round blind bends, and tourists towing caravans whose width and weight is beyond them. People don't stay long beyond the milestone of having to ask a neighbour to reverse their car for them. The oldest neighbour is in her nineties, so it's not necessarily imminent, but the day will come when we need to move closer to town, and facilities in walking distance. The bus service isn't adequate to replace driving, despite the free bus pass here for wrinklies.
I've not heard that before; meaning 'you can't take it with you'? If so, I know that, but I expect to live a bit longer than I will be able to live here, and there are kids waiting to inherit! In fact I've just spent my rainy day savings on one of them (the consequences of covid most definitely counting as a rainy day year!)