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26th Winter - 28th Winter
26TH WINTER
I can’t do this any more.
Damn, damn that moron who hit me. Bad enough I’m going to see my insurance go up again – by the time the mechanic’s finished gouging me that’ll be the rest of the month’s pay gone. Another month working for essentially nothing. Day after day trying to sell shit no-one needs to people who don’t want it anyway. Too many days I wake up before the dawn, barely make the day’s target beneath fluorescent glare, go home in the dark. It’s not just JojaMart. In the city you can’t even see the stars.
Granddad knew this would happen. Yoba Below knows how, but he knew. I quote his last letter to me:
“moved to the place I truly belong […] I’ve enclosed the deed to that place. My pride and joy: Buckland Farm. It’s located in Stardew Valley, on the south coast.”
Buckland Farm. Stardew Valley. How much is the freehold of that land truly worth? At this time, in this place?
It’s not been the same since Tilda left Joja. Nicholas is threatening another performance review tomorrow.
So help me, I cannot do this any more.
28TH WINTER
I’m not taking much with me. A small suitcase, that’s more or less it. A life abridged. Nested in a window seat, watching rural Ferngill go by. It’s strange. Only a few hours on this bus and I already feel better than I have in months. How long has it been since I had a day off without thinking of the next shift? No more car. No more JojaMart, or Nicholas, or Joja targets.I should have sold the land instead I’ve burned my safety net. Granddad was many things, but I never knew the man to give advice in haste.
Stardew Valley, 34m now. I keep reading a local history, because it feels like I might wake up and have to go back.
Historically, the land in the valley was folkland, land owned in perpetuity by the people who lived on it. The deep connexion between the people and the valley is attributed to the folkland. But Buckland Farm was once the buckland: bookland, held by right of royal charter. It looks like it used to be much larger. I suppose it’s my land now (What a strange phrase). 60 acres. What does 60 acres look like?
I hope Stardew Valley is as beautiful as they say.
Comma butterflies! You always read about how they emerge this time of year, but you never see Polygonia c-album in the city!
I’m writing this at what I suppose was Granddad’s kitchen table. It’s nothing if not utilitarian, a solid square of oak. The surface is worn smooth with use (There’s something quite charming about it).
I think I was expecting to have to find Buckland myself. There was actually someone waiting for me. It was an … unusual welcome. Tall: that was my first impression. She was a good 6” taller than me. First thing she did was give me a silent critical look. She – Robin – introduced herself as the local carpenter, though the sawdust in her hair was a clue to that.
The walk was about a quarter mile West down a country lane. It took me a moment to realise what was odd about it. No tyre ruts in the path, a bridleway on the left. The farm … how can I put this? What does 60 acres look like? I still don’t know. There are too many trees in the way. How long has this place been abandoned? Twenty years? Thirty? Nature’s been trying her best to reclaim it for a while now. Robin seemed to misunderstand my expression. “There’s some good soil under all this mess!” Well, self-evidently.
The community must be a small one, because I also met the mayor. A touch of the old gentry about him. I suspect he’s been keeping the cottage ticking over in Granddad’s absence. I don’t recall Granddad mentioning a Lewis, but he never mentioned Buckland either. What to make of his introduction? “Everyone’s been asking about you!” “It’s quite a big deal!”
I’m not used to being noticed.
Speaking of the cottage. I’m pretty sure it has medieval bones. You can see the oak beams exposed in the ceilings. The ground floor has been rebuilt in brick, the upper floor almost disappearing beneath the gable. Roof shingles are on the mossy side. I’ve got a bathroom, but no kitchen (I think there must have been one once, because the pantry is still there). A washing machine but no dryer.
Will anything even grow?
26th Winter - 28th Winter
“More and more and yet well mare,
Me liste to see the brooke beyonde.”
Me liste to see the brooke beyonde.”
26TH WINTER
I can’t do this any more.
Damn, damn that moron who hit me. Bad enough I’m going to see my insurance go up again – by the time the mechanic’s finished gouging me that’ll be the rest of the month’s pay gone. Another month working for essentially nothing. Day after day trying to sell shit no-one needs to people who don’t want it anyway. Too many days I wake up before the dawn, barely make the day’s target beneath fluorescent glare, go home in the dark. It’s not just JojaMart. In the city you can’t even see the stars.
Granddad knew this would happen. Yoba Below knows how, but he knew. I quote his last letter to me:
“moved to the place I truly belong […] I’ve enclosed the deed to that place. My pride and joy: Buckland Farm. It’s located in Stardew Valley, on the south coast.”
Buckland Farm. Stardew Valley. How much is the freehold of that land truly worth? At this time, in this place?
It’s not been the same since Tilda left Joja. Nicholas is threatening another performance review tomorrow.
So help me, I cannot do this any more.
28TH WINTER
I’m not taking much with me. A small suitcase, that’s more or less it. A life abridged. Nested in a window seat, watching rural Ferngill go by. It’s strange. Only a few hours on this bus and I already feel better than I have in months. How long has it been since I had a day off without thinking of the next shift? No more car. No more JojaMart, or Nicholas, or Joja targets.
Stardew Valley, 34m now. I keep reading a local history, because it feels like I might wake up and have to go back.
Historically, the land in the valley was folkland, land owned in perpetuity by the people who lived on it. The deep connexion between the people and the valley is attributed to the folkland. But Buckland Farm was once the buckland: bookland, held by right of royal charter. It looks like it used to be much larger. I suppose it’s my land now (What a strange phrase). 60 acres. What does 60 acres look like?
I hope Stardew Valley is as beautiful as they say.
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Comma butterflies! You always read about how they emerge this time of year, but you never see Polygonia c-album in the city!
I’m writing this at what I suppose was Granddad’s kitchen table. It’s nothing if not utilitarian, a solid square of oak. The surface is worn smooth with use (There’s something quite charming about it).
I think I was expecting to have to find Buckland myself. There was actually someone waiting for me. It was an … unusual welcome. Tall: that was my first impression. She was a good 6” taller than me. First thing she did was give me a silent critical look. She – Robin – introduced herself as the local carpenter, though the sawdust in her hair was a clue to that.
The walk was about a quarter mile West down a country lane. It took me a moment to realise what was odd about it. No tyre ruts in the path, a bridleway on the left. The farm … how can I put this? What does 60 acres look like? I still don’t know. There are too many trees in the way. How long has this place been abandoned? Twenty years? Thirty? Nature’s been trying her best to reclaim it for a while now. Robin seemed to misunderstand my expression. “There’s some good soil under all this mess!” Well, self-evidently.
The community must be a small one, because I also met the mayor. A touch of the old gentry about him. I suspect he’s been keeping the cottage ticking over in Granddad’s absence. I don’t recall Granddad mentioning a Lewis, but he never mentioned Buckland either. What to make of his introduction? “Everyone’s been asking about you!” “It’s quite a big deal!”
I’m not used to being noticed.
Speaking of the cottage. I’m pretty sure it has medieval bones. You can see the oak beams exposed in the ceilings. The ground floor has been rebuilt in brick, the upper floor almost disappearing beneath the gable. Roof shingles are on the mossy side. I’ve got a bathroom, but no kitchen (I think there must have been one once, because the pantry is still there). A washing machine but no dryer.
Will anything even grow?