The English Cottage, The Chainsaw and Work That Matters

Before we made the move up to Scotland, I lived in a place called “the Cottage” in rural Hampshire, at the edge of a village. It had a very Midsomer Murders vibe, nestled between a railway line, a village hall, allotments, and a village that, although in the countryside, was certainly not cut off from it. Many people still commuted into larger towns for work. We spent a good number of years there,…