issues mentioned in the previous post. Not just yet anyway. I do see lasting a year in the country as a milestone but what sort of achievement it is needs thinking about. Thinking is something I haven't been able to do much of lately; a sudden short trip to England has left me dazed and confused.
I will say that rural living is hard work. There are animals to tend to and lots of snow to be moved and you still have all the jobs you had in the city. Dog scrubbing, for example.
Beer making for another example,
At least the requirement to "cool the wort quickly to seventy degrees" is easily met on a windy and snowy ridge.
Beer takes a while to brew, but thanks to the youth of today and my recent birthday, we've some interesting bottles to tide us over:
The bottles returned with me from England, the donors stayed a while longer. It's always difficult for me to come back from England, I'm English and I see emigration as being essentially a deal whereby one trades abstract things such as family and culture for tangible ones, typically consumer durables. When I'm on the plane looking down at a green and pleasant land knowing I'm about to return to Canada it's difficult to console myself with the thought that, in Canada, I have a powered lawn mower and a chainsaw. This trip was especially difficult as the reason for the trip was the death of my father, that's not something I've yet come to terms with. I can't get beyond England looking like this:
and the thermometer here reading 0 Farenheit.
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