An End to our Farm

Last November I had an accident. The surgeon asked me what I did for work. I told him I was a farmer. He suggested, given my injury, that I look for a different occupation. At the very least, he said, I would be unable to farm for 6 months. He also said I would be unlikely to run again.

Fortunately the surgeon's prognosis was a little pessimistic.

Sitting here, seven months later, the three steel plates and numerous screws holding my foot together have been removed.

There is still significant discomfort but I am far more mobile than I was led to hope.

However, we did take the surgeon's advice. Consequently, we no longer own a farm. My partner in life took the opportunity that our new freedom provided to move across the country to pursue the next step in her career.

I am contemplating my next steps.

In some respects the move has been in line with the natural evolution of my thoughts around farming. We had been comtemplating moving our farming business into town. One plan was to create a high intensity urban farm based on a smaller block of our own land and making use of some vacant community land.

That is where my interests now lie. I want to help bring farming back into people's lived environment and embed it in the experience of a community.