About me

Six years ago I moved into a one-room cabin with a woodstove, a kettle and no plan beyond the first winter. I split my own wood, carry my own water from a spring in the trees and cut the meadow by hand in summer. It is slower than the life I had, and I have not once missed the old one.

Every Saturday I write down what the week was like: the weather, the jobs, one thing that went wrong and one thing that went right. Readers kept asking how to do the same on a smaller scale, so I made the things I use myself: checklists, a few plain guides and two video courses on heating a cabin and keeping it through the year.