Hello, I’m Elspeth

Two years ago we sold nearly everything, left the city and moved into a hundred-year-old farmhouse at the end of a steep path. It has paper doors, a wood stove, a roof that needs mending and neighbours who looked at us for a long time before they said hello.

I write one post a week about what it is actually like: the stove, the vegetables on the slope, the persimmons, the neighbours. What I sell is what I wish I had been given before we moved: plain checklists, a planner for the vegetable terraces, a first-year guide, and two courses for anyone dreaming of the same move.