This Must Be the Place
Despite initial impressions to the contrary, this wasn’t a totally reckless decision to up and leave the big smoke and head for the hills, run away from responsibility, society, and Sydney traffic. So how did we know that this must be the place? And what other matters did we consider? And importantly, what did we discover that we missed considering?
The House of the Seven Hens
Up until this point our food purchases had been principled though we were still learning. Certainly, little or no imported goods, though most of it was through the supermarket, and the eggs, well free range if we could get them. Then the revelation that totally altered our outlook – our own eggs had flavour, depth, colour and richness. The hens had been fed certified organic feed, drunk pure river water, scratched through and feasted on grasses and bugs, all the while with the sun on their backs and the wind in their combs; not how ‘regular’ hens live. Add to this the care that was being given to them and the intention backing it all up. It follows that their eggs would be amazing.
Organic certification, sustainability, and regenerative agriculture – Aren’t they just catchy marketing terms?
We’d start each morning by putting in an hour each before breakfast and chipped away at it. It was tedious and physical, though fulfilling. We have since found out that the locals were running a book on us as to how long we’d last before succumbing to the Dark Side and reaching for the glyphosate herbicide.
Honouring the food that gives you life
Viewing (food) simply as fuel for your body is more in line with the Coleworths offering.