It was 11pm when I checked my email for the last time and turned off my phone for what I hoped would be forever.
Revisiting it brings a deep insight into what it means to be human at a time when the boundaries between man and machine are blurring..
What he finds is an elemental life, one governed by the rhythms of the sun and seasons, where life and death dance in a primal landscape of blood, wood, muck, water, and fire - much the same life we have lived for most of our time on earth.
In this honest and lyrical account of a remarkable life without modern technology, Mark Boyle explores the hard won joys of building a Home with his bare hands, learning to make fire, collecting water from the spring, foraging and fishing.
Just a wooden cabin, on a smallholding, by the edge of a stand of spruce.
No running water, no car, no electricity or any of the things it powers: the internet, phone, washing machine, radio or light bulb.
It was 11pm when I checked my email for the last time and turned off my phone for what I hoped would be forever
