Living off-grid, isolated, alone has always appealed. Once bulk buying has been mastered, and assuming basic DIY skills would be enough, a house in the middle of nowhere would be awesome – we don’t need people, not really. We can happily go days without seeing anyone, could quite easily spend our time reading, crocheting, whatevering. I watched a programme the other day on people living off-grid in Alaska and, while it looked hard and I’m not sure I could kill and butcher animals, the idea of a little cabin in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by snowy forest remains a secret dream. Snuggled up by a fire with a good book, running to my body clock, with no commitments or obligations and no need to attempt to keep a lid on the crazy, would be lovely. I’d miss access to wifi, but not much else – our food needs are pretty basic and supplies could be stocked up, milk might be more of a problem cos we do need tea in our life but we’re sure we could get used to powdered or maybe UHT long life stuff would work. Stock up on cigarettes, firewood, candles and books and we’d be sorted. Could we live off-grid? Possibly – so long as we have access to water, and can boil a kettle on a wood stove. There’s not much more we need. Access by air, water or horse to get supplies and we’re good to go. The more we think about it, the more appealing it becomes. Maybe one day.