Work offered me the chance to relocate from the inner hub of the nation’s capital to a cottage 4 miles from the nearest pub, and 12 miles from the nearest shop that’s open on a Sunday when you need to buy a pint of milk. Of course I lept at the chance, and headed on out in August 2010.
Watch as me and the stupid cat learn how to grow vegetables, care for a garden, chop wood, build fires, dig ditches, remove ticks, shoot bunnies for tea, and all the other fun things nature intended.
She doesn’t really drink beer. That would be cruel.
