Oakhanger doesn't really have a high street to speak of — it's the kind of place where the houses do the talking, mostly detached, mostly on plots with room to breathe, and where you sense immediately that this is a village people move to rather than pass through. With a population barely into the twenties on the books and a median age north of fifty, this is settled, established territory rather than anywhere with a young, transient pulse. The safety picture is the quiet spine of this piece: an A+ safety grade against an A for environment paints Oakhanger as about as untroubled as villages get, and with crime numbers this low, the category breakdown (violence and sexual offences topping the list) reads more like statistical noise than a pattern to worry about — the trend is flat, which here is exactly the reassurance you want. Schools carry a solid B, and St Matthew's Church of England Aided Primary, rated Good, anchors the family end of things alongside Selborne Church of England Primary. There's no rail station in the picture, and the connectivity grade sits at a middling C+, so this reads as a driving village rather than a commuter one — you're settling here for the place itself, not for a fast run into London. Housing tells its own story: it's overwhelmingly detached and freehold, the kind of stock that rarely turns over — a sales sample of just nine in the recent record and a turnover rate under 1% tell you people who buy here tend to stay. The median sale price of £570,000 sits comfortably above East Hampshire's own £400,000 benchmark, some 42% higher, which puts Oakhanger among the pricier corners of an already well-off district, and against the national figure of two-hundred-and-eighty-odd-thousand it's a different market altogether. Green space is thin on paper — under a hectare recorded locally — but that undersells a village setting where the countryside itself is the amenity; you're not queuing for a park bench, you're stepping out into fields. This suits people who've already done the young-family scramble or never needed the fast train — households with equity, an appetite for space over sociability, and no urgent need to be anywhere by 8am. It's a harder sell if you want a walkable high street, a rail season ticket, or the reassurance of neighbours across every fence. Regret here is unlikely to come from safety or setting; it's more likely to come from isolation, if you arrive expecting a village centre and find instead a scattering of houses and a lot of sky.