Several months ago, my partner Jan (and our son Shannon) designed and built a fire pit.
Following its fabrication, we spent several very pleasant cool evenings enjoying its warmth and the mesmerising effect that comes from watching an open fire.
As it happens, those fiery meditations generated more than just a sense of well-being.
We began to talk about our lifestyle aspirations…..what we wanted our future to look like.
Long story short, Jan decided that she wanted to live on an island – in a house built from shipping containers.
There’s a bigger story behind her idea – and that will unfold in the coming days and weeks.
Suffice to say at this stage, Jan and I have been together for over 40 years during which time I’ve exposed her to all manner of (mis)adventures. We’ve moved from one side of the country to the other……we’ve owned and operated a range of enterprises that included a restaurant provisioning business, fine craft gallery, hotel, restaurant and fast food outlet. We’ve known prosperous times and lean ones….and Jan has been there for all of it.
Just as I had begun to think that she had earned a quieter time of it, it seems that Jan had been quietly contemplating her next adventure.
Suffice to say, she’s more than paid her dues so, if she wants to live on an island in some re-purposed shipping containers, then it’s my responsibility to ensure that it happens for her.
And the first thing that needs to happen is that we need to sell Creek Street Micro Farm.