It took a lot of searching, but I found 100 acres (30 of pasture and 70 of woodlands) back in 1997. We are just 4 miles from two different villages, and yet, a mile from our nearest neighbor. We have State land on three sides of our property; the people are all to the west, and miles of empty State land on the other sides. I kept 12 head of cattle, including 3 Jersey cows for milk, for a few years. I raised pigs for a while. I raised rabbits for 10 years. I still have chickens and ducks. We were lucky enough to be able to pay cash for our land ($9,900), and we built our house out of pocket, so no mortgage. It is a quiet place, very good deer, grouse, and black bear hunting. Blueberries, raspberries, gooseberries, and chokecherries grow wild in the open places. We call our wee piece of Heaven, Wolf Cairn Moor, in honor of a wolf skeleton I found on a large pile of stones a farmer had removed to the edge of the pastures many decades ago. Now, I don't keep large beasts, I hunt other sorts of beasts, and I snowshoe in winter rather than fight the ice and snow to feed and water everything. I can catch as many hares in the woods as might might have raised rabbits in my cages, and without filling water bottles or buying feed. Still, for all this, I flew to Paris last June, traveled around France a while, flew to Edinburgh for a week, and went to see the Highlands. I really liked France, Périgueux and Poitiers especially, and I really liked Edinburgh. The bush is nice, but there is much to say for a decent restaurant, one with white table clothes, and for whisky bars, with a few hundred varieties of single-malt, and there is something charming about a vineyard. I love the bush, hunting, canoeing, snowshoeing, just in general being out of doors, but I enjoy equally a fitted Harris Tweed coat, a crisp double cuffed shirt, and shined shoes. Living this far out in the bush, there is no opportunity for the latter.