After twenty years of living in one bed apartments in Vancouver, tiny shared flats in London, a tent for five months and a van for the summer of 2013, it’s nice to have a place to swing a hammer.

Every day when we go down to our land to work we marvel at the beauty and tranquillity and bask in the bounty of ecosystems and resources that surround us.

Our plot is about three and a half acres of towering Douglas fir forest, perhaps two of red alder, a half-acre of open meadow that has been mowed and cultivated into our budding food garden and a secret rose enclosed wild forest garden where the deer bed down. Cutting across the south side is a seasonal stream and we are flanked by forest on three sides and to the south by the cornucopia of our neighbour’s organic farm.

What more can we say.

Our old home (the van) beside our new home

Home for nine weeks on the hunt for land

Our new forest

One of our largest Douglas firs

Our new neighbour mowing our meadow on our first day as landowners

Our future garden