Have you farmed the land beside the stream full of beavers and watched your trees fall to become hunting lodges? Have you rescued the beginnings of a plant from a compost pile and domesticated the castaway giving new life to a scallywag? Have you watched your pride which you thought you left in the compost pile ride past on a scooter? Have you felt that everything you've seen is nothing that you've done; that you're a passenger on the scooter bound to try to survive the winter inside the dam looking for warmth in small mammals and scrounged plants? Perhaps what we have seen felt watched rescued farmed is mist over a garden full of mint and strawberries.