1 Man, 1 Hunter, 1 Nomad.

Have given up on the boiler. All looked promising until a drip developed and increased in frequency at an alarming rate. So far just having ...

The boiler saga continues. Monday, I gave it a test. Tap sprang a leak again. Ok. Ditch the tap. Shoved in a stick to bung the pipe. Turned ...

Thursday was the second day of the consensus training. Took some time in the morning to cut and chop wood whilst the sun shone and the sky w...

Free reign for Nick and I today due to Kits absence. Began by planting up the hedge bank that divides Kits from Nigel and Cassies. Planted H...

Up early Sunday morning to catch the low tide at Poppit Sands View B4546 in a larger map Foraging for Razor Clams - Pinch of salt, wa...

Have spent a fair few idle moments pondering the facts over and over in my head. The wind was strong so I adjusted my position. Once fully s...

For the past week we have been bombarded and buffeted by relentless high winds and intermittent rain. But just after midday today, as I was ...

Ahh...Saturday. Generally, for me, no different to any other day. But this time Kit, the Boss, hitched a ride with Nick into Cardigan leavin...

A day of death. After more tree planting and moving piles of wood (during which time Teasel killed and ate two voles) we grabbed our guns an...

Each morning, I get up, empty my bladder and smoke a cigarette as I survey the sky and earth. On this occasion a cloudless night allowed Jac...

Insomnia struck last night. When I could take it no longer, I set out into the pitch black night, mist swirling in the light of the head tor...

Meeting today. After reading Robert Harris' Lustrum , a fictional account of the life of Cicero, I assumed my imaginary toga and set out...

Progress on the woodshed has been sporadic to say the least. This is mostly down to welsh time keeping. Kit has a list of jobs to be done wi...