For a decade or more, we’ve believed in our homestead, our family farm, our living land. Have we done all that we should? No. By a mile. Sometimes we’ve done some of it well, sometimes other bits, sometimes nothing.
On the brink now of knowing, how we will carry on, we do know we will.
My online presence has tended to be fragmented – we have a storefront, and a personal diary. The one has felt local, the other global, yet so personal. Now i feel like that has to end. On the edge of this new era (and all good permaculturists know edge is productive) I know I need all the help and support I can get. So over the next few days, as and when I can work out the technology, I’ll be consolidating the blogs, and there will be one place, one me, one us, one dream.
We are Christians who attend an amazing church of gloriously flawed and faithful people. I’m studying for the Diploma in Applied Permaculture Design, Neil drives a taxi, and a tractor, keeps Jacob sheep, British Toggenburg goats, and bees. We grow our food. We rent our land, and we dream amazing dreams of farming. That’s what we do.
If you follow either, please come with me – the adventure has been going on for so long, there are bound to be quiet spells, and one of those just passed, but trust me it was the calm before the party.