For months, I’ve been looking forward to writing a blog about the time we asked a water diviner (sourcier) onto the land, to find the spring that would make self-sufficiency much, much easier. And cheaper.

It was going to be called, punnily enough: Diviner intervention.

But the spring couldn’t wait and it sprung up right in the middle of the long field, near the veggie patch, the other day.


It’ll be a long time before anything wipes the smile off our faces.