Watch as one impractical, highly urbanised chick who can’t change a tap washer let alone construct a fence, takes on a 52 acre property in the heart of the Far South Coast. Laugh (at her, not with her) as she tries to live off the land, pump water from a dam and tell a noxious weed from a dandelion. Experience the exquisite pleasure of saying ‘I told you so’ and ‘I could totally have predicted that’ as her rose-encrusted cottage falls to ruins about her ears, and climate change dries her private waterfall up to a trickle.
How little can she live on per week? How long will it take before she packs up her gear and flees back to the city from whence she came? Is she actually going to write stuff – or just stare out glumly at the advancing wilderness? How DO you actually build a dog fence?
What do you think? Will I make it? Do you have any sage advice – about dog fences or anythng else? Share your wisdom with me!