This is our neighbour who owns part of the boglands behind us. All the people on our road pay him a small sum to be able to stack bricks of turf -- the dried peat-moss we use for fuel -- to dry each spring, and haul it home each autumn. And the last time the road froze over, he was the person people called on he and his tractor to fish our neighbour's car out of the canal.
Let’s say we've lost most of the self-reliant skills and classical education that our forbears posessed. Let's say we have replaced them with a culture of buying and discarding things we don't value, and staring at glowing screens. Let's say you want to try to rediscover an older way of life, believing we will need such things again.
And let’s say you have a daughter.