It’s seven forty-five and 43 degrees, which is even lower than the forecast.  But it’s a gorgeous day out there: clear blue sky, little wind, the sun climbing above the…

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It’s a cool, clear, quiet morning. At least, that’s how it is outside. In here I am plagued by the trilling of the crickets. I see plenty of them on…

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Matt was here early with the new roof – or rather the materials of which it will be constructed. There really wasn’t as much as I’d expected.As I think I…

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Back in the eighteenth century the French traveller Hector St Jean de Crevecoeur remarked upon the effect of the wilderness on the new breed of American pioneer. ‘I must tell…

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