Not well, unless the connection you mean arrives down a wire. Rail barely features in anyone's commute here. About half the households run two or more cars. Nearly three in ten work from home. The internet is comfortably the fastest thing leaving this village.
Trains do not come into it. Well under 1% of residents commute by rail, which is the sort of share that rounds away to nothing on any chart. Buses exist in a more literal sense: 23 stops sit within the area, and about 2% of people use one to get to work. Twenty-three stops and a two percent take-up is the kind of arrangement where the infrastructure is present and the habit never formed.
What the place actually does is drive. About 49% of residents commute by car, about 29% work from home, about 11% walk and about 4% cycle. Roughly 51% of households have two or more vehicles and only about 6% have none at all. The household car is not a convenience here. It is the transport network, privately funded, one driveway at a time.
The nearest town centre is about 27 minutes away by car and about 43 by public transport. That second figure is exactly why the first one is the default, and why the second car stops looking like an extravagance about a fortnight after moving in.
Broadband is where the place suddenly performs. Gigabit connections reach about 96% of premises and superfast about 98%, with only around 1% falling below the universal service obligation. For a village on chalk downland with no station, that is a better set of numbers than a lot of places with four platforms.
Mobile coverage follows the same pattern. Signal from at least one network covers all of it, and every network covers about 98%.
Put together, the commute here is a decision made once. Anyone whose work is local or remote will find this straightforward. Anyone whose work involves a station is signing up to a drive at both ends, every day, and the household budget needs to know that before the mortgage does.
The Department for Transport's journey-time statistics fill in the rest, and they are modelled for the area rather than measured from any particular front door. To the nearest town centre, the modelled cycle is about 69 minutes and the walk is a full two hours. That walk figure is not a curiosity, it is the finding: this is not somewhere a person gets to town on foot, and no amount of good intentions changes the distance.
On the same modelled basis, a doctor's surgery is about 12 minutes by car, about 17 by public transport and about 51 on foot. A hospital is about 29 minutes by car and about 70 by public transport. A food store is about 7 minutes by car or about 16 on foot, which is the one everyday journey that works without keys. The nearest employment centre reverses the usual order at about 26 minutes by public transport against about 36 by car. Worth noting that the public transport figures in this set date from 2019 and services have been withdrawn in plenty of places since, so treat those with more caution than the car and walking times, which change only if somebody moves a hospital.
Current timetables tell a better story than the commute share suggests. Of the stops with published service data, each averages about 78 scheduled departures on a weekday, roughly two buses an hour at peak, and all of them run at weekends as well. That is a real service rather than a token one, whatever the two percent implies.
One oddity for somewhere this open: every postcode in the area sits near or above 65 decibels of road noise, the level at which official noise mapping treats traffic as significant, and the loudest band mapped locally reaches 75 decibels. Rail noise does not register at all. What that means inside any given house depends entirely on which way it faces and how far back it sits, which is a viewing question rather than a map question.
Connectivity is the part of Larkhill a buyer negotiates with rather than enjoys. Fast broadband and a decent bus timetable soften it, but this is a car-first place with a two-hour walk to town, and pretending otherwise lasts about one week.