Tad and Fiona had enough of rising living costs and bills, so they made a drastic life change
Our wandering scribe Peter R went to meet them
A light sheen of early morning frost glistens across the grass and the ribbed markings of tractor tyres are rock solid to the touch. Next to a large metal shipping container stands a thickly woven canvas, doubling as a tent. A small whisp of smoke rising gently from a hole at the top.
Last night was cold. Not quite freezing, but cold. The tent, surprisingly, has held its warmth. For the past year this shipping container, along with the accompanying structures, has been home to Thomas “Tad” Fearn, his wife Fiona, their young son Frankie and not to forget the dog, Juniper.