Stories from a quieter life. What we build, what we notice, what we remember, and what choosing differently really takes.
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LATEST STORIES
- The Last LightA few red berries, the last light between the branches — and five minutes before it was gone
- When the Water Wouldn’t StopChanging a water filter should take a few minutes. Ours turned into an hour of leaking water, phone flashlights and one very small missing piece.
- We Thought We Were Dog PeopleWe thought we were dog people. Then Oliver arrived, disappeared for two months, and changed the story completely.
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Places we visit, experience and remember — close to home and further away.
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The Second Attempt
read story -–>: The Second AttemptEveryone remembers the first try.The mud.The waiting.The sentence we never thought we would say. But there was a second one. This time,everything worked. The road held.The crane moved.The truck arrived. And the house finally found its place. In a few hours,what once felt impossiblebecame ordinary. Water.Electricity.Waste. All connected.All working. What remainedwas quieter. A terrace to…
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Can We Leave a House Here?
read story -–>: Can We Leave a House Here?We thought we were ready. The road was reinforced.Stone after stone. Layer after layer. It looked solid. Until the crane sank. Only once. But once is enough. It stood there,stabilised on its legs,waiting for the truck. The truck that never arrived. At some point,we had to ask a neighbour: Can we leave a house here?…
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Before the Container Arrives
read story -–>: Before the Container ArrivesEveryone talks about the container. But before anything arrives,the land has to agree. A finished container comes on a truck.With a crane.Large. Heavy. Which means: The road must hold. We reinforced it.Stone.More stone.Layers upon layers. It looked solid. And yet the ground decides. Even when the road seems ready,weight finds the weakest point. Wet ground…
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The Neighbours
read story -–>: The NeighboursThe fence was finished.The work was done. And then we properly metour neighbours. Cows. The land used to be pasture.Of course it did.It still remembers. Imagine sitting on the terrace.The sun going down.A cold lemonade in your hand. And a slowly moving herdgrazing across the field. It sounds romantic.And it is. But when the local…
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When the Land Changed
read story -–>: When the Land ChangedI. Bringing Power The nearest electricity connection was almost 200 meters away. On paper, it sounded manageable.In reality, it meant permits, approvals, coordination —and trusting people with heavy machines to enter a place we love. And then they came. The quiet field turned into mud and movement. For a few days, it didn’t look like…