If I'm honest with myself, I have been meaning to start a food blog for close to 10 years. To be even more honest, this isn't even the first one I've started. But as luck would have it, you, dear reader, have stumbled across the first real start among all the false ones. I have finally found a clear direction and that direction, somewhat ironically, is to be less specific about what exactly the direction I want this to go in actually is. I'm going to stop waiting for the moment I reach my perfect farmhouse life to start writing and just jump right in where I am. If I just make a start, without worrying about 'if's and 'why's, I'll get to where I'm meant to be eventually.
This journey does not start in a large, country farmhouse with stone walls and acres of land. It starts in a mid-century semi in suburban England, with a secret sun-trap garden as tall as the house itself. In my tiny, slightly scruffy kitchen and my overgrown bramble bank, I am starting my homesteading family dreams. Who knows where it will take us.