Tag: Before the Build

Has anyone ever asked youif they could leave a house at your place? It sounds like science fiction.But it happened to us. 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…

Everyone 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…

The 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…

After the fence was finishedand the conversations about utilities began,we could have continued immediately. Another call.Another decision.Another visible step forward. But something inside us felt steady. For years, travel meant movement without anchors.We would leave, explore, absorb new landscapes —and then return…but never quite to something that felt truly ours. There was always a sense…