It would never work in an estate agent's (realtor's) window or website. Yet until the 1930s this was home to a Hebridean family and, as necessary, their livestock.
What no picture can convey is how nice it is. The smell of burning peat, the warm shelter from the wind howling off the ocean outside, the self sufficiency of a setting in tune with its natural surrounds.
Having a very good internet connection has become important (and ironically my mobile phone signal was way better there than it is in Muswell Hill). Yet this connectedness has come at a price of disconnectedness; from each other in family and community, from the rhythms of night and day, wild and gentle weather, from connectedness to animals and to the land around us and probably most profoundly a disconnectedness from our own souls and from our God.
Are we at home in contemporary London? Is that even possible?
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