Five years ago Dan Pearson took a farm in Somerset and has been bringing it to vibrant life. In the last of his regular columns,he describes the pleasure of slowly transforming a landscapeI was up early this morning as the sun levered its way over the hill. Its long fingers, reaching through the trees above, and lay shafts on the meadow grass on the slopes. Finally alighting upon the caravan,they took the chill off the morning. We are still in the upheaval of construction, with our little house and the milking barn that will become my studio exposed and pared back to the bare essentials. It has been an exciting, and long-awaited summer. Five years in planning and many more in waiting to live this dream.
A cold night and a silvery dew soaked my feet just steps off the track as the dog and I went for a walk ahead of the day proper starting. I wanted to select in everything I bear done here and some of the things I draw to do,for this is my last regular article for the Observer. I am leaving the paper to select a breath before starting the next chapter.
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Source: theguardian.com