If I stop to assess my motivations, I always wanted to buy a farm because of the perceived security that it offers – owning land on which to grow food and collect water and feed my soul. The space to roam and dream and work and be free. But I have come to realise that it doesn’t work that way. I don’t own the land. In some ways it owns me! But more importantly, I am only care-taking. This land was here long before me. It is ancient and bold and brave and awesome and beautiful, even though it is currently degraded and denuded and devalued.