It started with a dream.
In 2016, we left the Netherlands with our family in search of a different way of life — more freedom, more nature and more time for what really matters.
We didn’t arrive in Sweden with a plan to build Nordic Nature Escape. We simply wanted to create a life closer to nature.
What happened next became our story.
The Lifestyle Refugee – Part 1
Where our story began
Long before Nordic Nature Escape existed, there was simply a dream: more freedom, more nature and a different way of life.
This is one of the first blogs we wrote about our journey from the Netherlands to Sweden. We have deliberately kept the story as it was written back then — because this is where it all began.
Dreaming, daring and doing.
Lifestyle Refugee Part 1
Among the vast rolling forests, surrounded by lakes, rivers and flowing streams, Fields Gård sits on a hill. A small house with 4 hectares of land.
In 2017, we (the Pieren family) moved to this beautiful place near Boteå, in the municipality of Sollefteå, in the province of Västernorrland in central Sweden. Here we want to build an independent life as a family. Together, we offer accommodation where people, animals and nature come together.
How did we end up here? What roads did we travel? How did the first years go for us? You can read about it in my blogs, which will be published weekly.
The longing for freedom…
Apeldoorn, 2011: deep sadness, loved ones have passed away, we have two houses and work seven days a week, with days of 24 hours. Ripe for a serious burnout. That can’t happen! There are four mouths that need to be fed, two mortgages that need to be paid, and we haven’t even mentioned all the other fixed expenses yet……
Many nights are filled with crying children and a husband on the phone because I’m afraid he might fall asleep during his rounds checking businesses. Marco has a security company together with a companion.
Meaningful conversations follow…… One of them I will never forget: is this the life we want to live?
The answer to that question was: is this really the dream house, our dream life?
Both wide awake, the answer was: NO!
But then what?
Deep inside, we both had a wish: a small house with lots of land, lots of freedom for the children and more independence. No longer being dependent on everything and everyone around us.
How did we end up in Sweden?
Marco did many security rounds, including through Sweden. Our conversations were often about where we might want to live outside the Netherlands. It had to be affordable, good for us as a family and offer the possibility to develop independence.
The first thoughts went to England & Ireland: on the cold country side. We both have a great need for peace and space…. Marco became more and more enthusiastic about Sweden, and I searched the entire internet to absorb all the information I could find.
Many fairs followed, and all the information about Sweden was absorbed like warm, sweet wine. We set our sights on Sweden! Our feelings and wishes seemed to fit this country best.
Soon our first holiday followed. Travelling around southern Sweden in a large American car with a rooftop tent. The Pieren family went on a journey of discovery past many campsites and the large lakes. We never stayed in the same place for more than one or two days.
We were all completely in love with Sweden. The decision had been made. Sweden it had to be.
But we had no idea how!
No money, two houses, our own business and, at that moment, our lives were all about survival.
In 2015, we went on an exploratory trip to Sollefteå municipality. At the many fairs, we kept talking to Helena and Carolina. Both had a great love for their municipality.
Curious about what winter would be like there, we spontaneously left at the beginning of March for central/northern Sweden.
We were welcomed with incredible warmth and openness. The feeling of being so welcome here stayed with us. At that moment, however, it was still impossible for us to leave the Netherlands!
One thing we knew for sure: one day we would live here!!
During this spontaneous journey of discovery, all kinds of things went wrong too. Extreme cold killed the car. The car was transported back to the Netherlands; everything was perfectly arranged through the ANWB.
We were allowed to stay a little longer in Sweden and were lovingly taken care of by the local community.
With just enough money left in our bank account, we were still able to make our way back to the Netherlands. An adventure richer and even more motivated than ever before, we started our time to make our dream a reality.
The years followed, and all the choices we made were focused on Sweden.
We sold our “dream house” in the Netherlands, moved into a rental house on a holiday park, then after three months into a small caravan on a campsite, and eventually back to an apartment.
Not just any apartment!
Our first house, a large main-floor apartment that simply wouldn’t sell. Too much supply in Apeldoorn and nobody could get a small mortgage anymore.
The house stood like a dusty doll in a grey shop window.
Something had to change!
During this period of survival — paying off the remaining debt from the other house and having no employer willing to give me a three-month personal loan — we stood with nothing more than a few personal belongings and some old furniture on the doorstep of our nightmare apartment.
A feeling of coming home, but not really!
Like a dairy cow from the bio-industry, dropped in one place with her children because there is simply no other option.
In the main flow of the large, suffocating society.
Okay, one positive point: I had a fantastic full-time job where I loved the people around me and where I learned so much that I still look back on it with great pleasure.
The situation at that moment: 1 house, 1 job, 1 unemployed person without benefits, business sold.
Everything to create more peace.
During this period, Fields was born, a company focused on what we enjoy doing and what we are good at. A conscious choice to combine our competences and skills.
Fields Nederland became a company. Marco made various promotional films, and together we made vlogs. We also travelled throughout the Netherlands selling horse equipment according to a Tupperware-style concept.
A full-time job, which I had alongside this, slowly became too much.
At the wonderful job I had at Schuuring, a reorganisation followed. By then, I no longer felt at home there.
We decided to go for Fields Nederland, with some extra security jobs we could get by and catch up on what we had fallen behind on.
Sweden remained a dream.
Or did it?!?!
In my next blog, I’ll tell you what happened next…..
The Lifestyle Refugee – Part 2
Taking the leap
Sometimes a dream suddenly becomes real much faster than you expected.
In Part 2 of our original story, an unexpected opportunity takes us back to Sweden. What begins as a spontaneous trip soon turns into a decision that will change our lives.
Dreaming was one thing. Now it was time to dare.
Lifestyle Refugee Part 2
The warm sun shines on our faces, spring is coming. Together with Marco, I drink a cup of coffee on the balcony of our apartment. It is 12 square metres, surrounded by grey apartment buildings, varying from 3 high to 6 high. The concrete yellow tiles on the ground and the hardwood planters try to create a Mediterranean atmosphere. I long for more green: plants, flowers, more nature. It is what it is, I close my eyes and imagine myself in the fantasy of green meadows, fresh air……mmmm sigh. Time to go shopping! Marco and I walk to Action together, where I buy some artificial grass (due to a lack of real grass) and some pots and garden posters to make the balcony feel a little more natural.
Marco suddenly interrupts me. While I am shopping, Marco is looking at his Facebook. An interesting advertisement comes by. Wanted: transport for a greenhouse from the Netherlands to Sweden. At the checkout Marco calls out: “Nicole, we can do that, right?”
Why not, I reply. We have a good van now!
Spontaneously, the decision was made: an unplanned holiday to the country of our dreams…… and productive too. Back home with our plastic fantastic green balcony items, we made the balcony a little more cheerful. Full of positive energy, we carried out all the actions needed to make the trip to Sweden possible: such as getting the kids time off school and rescheduling planned assignments. Everything was prepared for the long journey to our dreamland. A large trailer was rented to transport the greenhouse, and the car was polished and cleaned.
A few weeks later, in mid-May 2016, the entire Pieren family left with the trailer carrying a very large greenhouse. On our way to Sweden, almost 24 hours away.
Finally, there we are! Exhausted from the journey, Sterre with a fever and Yara, who had slept a lot along the way. Towards the end of the afternoon, we arrive at farm Backsjön. The trailer is disconnected and we are welcomed with open arms and immediately invited for dinner.
During dinner, Sterre becomes very ill and vomits everywhere. There you are in your underwear, stinking of vomit, not knowing what the rest of the week will bring.
There was plenty planned for the two weeks we would be in Backsjön. The owners were getting married and we were allowed to be present on this special day. The plan was to put up the greenhouse before the wedding and hold the celebration inside it.
But the week turned out differently. Sterre became increasingly ill. She couldn’t keep anything down and became weaker and weaker. After four days, we decided to go to the emergency room. We drove 30 kilometres to the nearest hospital and fortunately we were seen quickly. Sterre was given an IV with fluids and medicines. After a day in the hospital, she recovered quickly. That evening, we were all back together in the little house in Backsjön.
In the days that followed, Marco and Yara were also very ill. On the day of the wedding, the flu virus came knocking on my door.
Fortunately, I didn’t have time to be ill. Even though I felt miserable, I made sure that on this special day there was a bridal bouquet of tulips and I acted as hairdresser and make-up artist for the bride. Finally, I made sure that one dog and the donkeys also joined the wedding procession, and the ceremony was held at the beautiful white church of Backsjön.
What have we laughed!!
The donkeys went their own way, the dog ruined the dresses and a new halter for the donkeys. These were moments never to be forgotten.
Who was the real donkey now?
Always busy, always there for someone else, and where was I myself? It was a life lesson, one of the most difficult for me.
As always, I stayed positive: we were in Sweden and working on our dream of one day building an independent life here.
The house where we were allowed to stay felt like wow; that freedom, that space, that fresh air. Ooooooooo, how wonderful. We could live here.
After saying this out loud, the owners of the house made us an offer: “You can live here for a year for free if you help with the renovation.”
Wow, what an opportunity!
Like some kind of rollercoaster, we didn’t think for very long about how we could make this happen. A list of things to do kept running through our heads. School for the children, work, business. Okay, all the choices we make are based on someday….. immediately an interesting question follows.
When is someday?
Time for a different lifestyle, more and more independence, no high mortgage, more freedom in and around us. We feel so much better here: calmer, at home, than in the apartment with our balcony covered in artificial grass.
Soon, the plan followed.
Registering with the Swedish Tax Agency that we wanted to start our own business in Sweden. Our motto: what we do in the Netherlands, we can do here too!
Everything moved like an express train, perhaps even a rocket, going with the flow of life. Trusting what comes and goes….. foolish, naive, it all passed before our eyes.
But what my father always said:
“What can’t be done has never happened!”
In the end, we decided: “Okay, in two months we’ll be back here with the idea of living here for a year and starting a business.”
We take a leap into the deep… as lifestyle refugees!
Back in the Netherlands, we told everyone around us about our upcoming departure and that we were going to follow our hearts.
To every question that was fired at us, we could give our own answer.
Am I happy now? Deep down, uncertainty is huge: what if?
On the other hand, we are not happy here! Not in the house, not with the dependency, family has caused us a lot of pain during the time of two houses and the choices that came with it. My father is no longer here.
So, so what?
What do you have to lose on your way to a different life?
1 August 2016: the big day for the leap of our lives.
Everything is packed into the van and horse trailer. Many things have been given away, sold or are still in the apartment. The apartment has been rented out for at least one year, so we don’t have to worry about that.
Once again, something was sold, better financial times were coming?
With a savings account containing €1,000 and some outstanding invoices, we left. Without expectations that were too high. We’ll see.
First, drive safely north.
Big tears, one last visit to our horse Tonaco. He can stay in the Netherlands for another year; good care has been arranged.
But when we wanted to leave, after a big hug from Hans, our best friend, the lights suddenly went out.
The fear, the will, they are full-on fighting.
Three difficult days followed.
The first night, we slept in Germany at a campsite. After many kilometres, we were too tired to continue driving. The next day, across the bridge.
Yes, we are in Sweden!
We continued to friends who also dreamed of living in Sweden. After an emotional goodbye, we left and began the final part of the journey.
Fatigue strikes and the enormous rollercoaster/racket we are sitting in. Deep sighs followed, lots of tears.
A change upon arrival in Backsjön.
Yes!! We made it.
The first days we were really on that famous pink cloud: beautiful, full of energy, but actually completely exhausted. It is part of life. The time flies.
A few weeks have now passed, the dust has settled. All our belongings have been unpacked. The girls decorated their own bedrooms with the things that were already in the house.
What a madness, how much stuff we have!
They also left things behind and started all over again.
Different beds, but their own room!
Every night has a little interruption. Mum, I have such an itch from my mosquito bites… With Swedish ointment on the affected area, we peacefully go back to sleep.
As a beginning lifestyle refugee, you quickly encounter yourself. The road is not easy. Sometimes you go straight ahead, sometimes you simply take the wrong exit.
But what then?
There are always choices.
The kids go to school. It remains special to us that they are picked up at 7:30 in a luxurious taxi and brought home again. Little contact with school.
Very briefly, a major meeting where we didn’t understand a thing, except for a warm welcome in English on behalf of the school and the neighbourhood.
Winter is coming and more and more people tell us that we really cannot stay in this house during winter.
When we lit the stove, the entire house filled with smoke. No smoke came out of the chimney. The windows had to be opened and the electric heater switched on.
At the upper floor, we noticed that as soon as it started to thaw outside, the bathroom downstairs froze.
Slowly, we began to understand.
The house was not insured and there was no money for renovation, as had been agreed.
Nights were spent awake.
Overdue bills came in, and the evening before payday you can suddenly feel desperately unhappy. What now?
I wished I were a bear and could go into hibernation.
Unfortunately, we are living our dream, which is now becoming more of a nightmare.
While cleaning, I received a phone call. Someone wanted to make use of my knowledge of caring for horses. As if a miracle happened, this contact made us fly again.
It was not possible to stay in beautiful, peaceful Backsjön.
We were given a new opportunity to stay in Sweden.
A lot of stress during this period.
The sun shines on our faces, winter is coming and new possibilities appear.
A new chapter in the life of the lifestyle refugee is about to begin……
Are you curious about how our adventures in Sweden continued? Follow the next chapter of our story.
The Lifestyle Refugee – Part 3
Finding our place
Sometimes the road to a dream takes a completely different turn.
In Part 3 of our original story, our first life in Sweden falls apart. But an unexpected phone call brings us to Undrom — the village that will eventually become our home.
Sometimes getting lost is exactly how you find your place.
Lifestyle Refugee Part 3
It is quiet in the old Swedish wooden house in the middle of the forest. Only the wind makes the house and the trees creak.
The children are watching a DVD and sitting on the sofa under a sleeping bag. This is the only room we can keep a little warm. Marco is asleep and I wish I were a big brown bear that could go into hibernation right now.
I can’t take it anymore. I can’t do anything.
Let that be exactly something I’m not good at.
My thoughts wander back in time. Arriving in Sweden, the free feeling and soon a cleaning job that brought in some money. Marco had many conversations with companies about opportunities for his drone work.
And now?
Because of a change in the law, flying drones with a camera underneath them is prohibited throughout Sweden. The promising future for the drone work went up in smoke. Ambitious plans gone.
Still, we remained positive!
After many hours of hard work on the farm in Backsjön — and unfortunately not getting anything in return — we lost more and more of our inner energy. There we were, lying in bed, depressed.
But suddenly there was a small spark of hope.
The phone rings!
It is the woman from Undrom, the lady we had been in contact with more often. Her daughter helps me with horse riding.
Quietly, we get out of bed, put on a pair of winter trousers and get into our van.
That morning, the past flashed before me like a high-speed train. That morning, when I wished I were that big brown bear.
I saw the future as black.
Then a miracle happened!
I will never forget it. It was as if an angel fell from the sky.
This angel picked us all up.
On our way to a new adventure!
This woman from Undrom is amazing, with the perseverance of a true Nordic woman. Mother of two daughters and working together with her husband on the farm where they have dairy cows.
Sometimes it seems as though she can do everything: cutting down a forest, helping people, quickly renovating another house.
I was often amazed by the drive of this exceptionally strong woman.
That morning, she spoke the magical words:
“You can temporarily live in our red house.”
Followed by the question:
“Can you help clean the yellow house? Then we’ll move there today. Tomorrow you can pack your things and sleep in the red house.”
There it is safe and warm.
Never before had we, as a family, jumped into the car so quickly, with a sandwich between our teeth and a bottle of water to drink.
The entire day, we helped with cleaning, moving and preparing food, as if we were part of this family.
Incredibly hospitable.
Many tears of disbelief followed.
Because I still didn’t have a steady income — apart from a few cleaning jobs — and Marco had nothing at all, we didn’t have money to pay rent.
This was also discussed earlier.
The deal was very simple: we were allowed to live there and in return we would help on the farm. Once every two weeks, a weekend of milking in the mornings and evenings, and always on Tuesday and Saturday afternoons.
Full of enthusiasm, I responded:
“How amazing, welcome here! You can stay with us.”
Now that I am writing this, I have great difficulty with that.
One of my biggest weaknesses is my enormous enthusiasm for helping people. Even when I have nothing myself.
Like a horse with blinders on, I let myself be guided.
Growing from joy that we might be able to build a friendship again. At that moment, a bomb of energy is released.
That Pippi Longstocking feeling: you can handle anything.
The first weeks in Undrom pass.
A warm house, a permanent job as a cleaner at the school here in the village; we have survived the first storm positively.
We even get to celebrate my 6-month employment contract with Swedish friends. Good food and a big cake.
By now, we also speak a little Swedish.
Blood, sweat and tears have cost us this — more about that later in another blog.
We have started climbing uphill again.
It feels unreal when the estate agent from the Netherlands calls.
Our apartment, which had been impossible to sell and had caused us headaches for years, has been sold!
Marco and I run outside, screaming as loudly as we can, almost overcome with happiness!
Like two Vikings, we shout and cry with joy over this victory.
Soon, we draw up a provisional purchase contract.
Another step in the right direction, on our way to our dream!
The days pass very quickly.
I work five days a week for six hours and ten minutes and, in addition, I also do the agreed work on the farm.
Stinking of manure, we milk the cows together with great pleasure. Marco does the feeding and clears away manure; I take care of the milking process.
The girls often help, and we start our own little farm at home.
At that moment, we can happily daydream about it.
We end a beautiful, inspiring and above all adventurous period in Backsjön in a somewhat sad way.
We are extremely grateful to these people for giving us the opportunity to set foot in the North.
After that, contact stops.
Adventure is contagious.
In the Netherlands, we had a lot of contact with a couple we knew from the horse world. They are coach and he is self-employed. They run their own business.
Soon, we find a connection.
In the Netherlands, she helped me push forward with our dream of moving to Sweden.
We made several promotional videos for the work they both do.
They experienced the entire move with us, and soon the news came that they wanted to visit us in Backsjön!
We had three wonderful weeks together, did lots of things and laughed an incredible amount.
Best friends at that moment!
Sweden is amazing, and they think so too.
Soon, many phone conversations follow in which we discuss that they also want to move to Sweden.
On the bright side, things are going well.
We meet more and more people here from the village. This results in wonderful evenings, often grilling a hamburger or sausage together at one of the many barbecue places.
On the recommendation of friends from the village, we go and look at a small red house with lots of land.
Instantly in love. More than in love.
And now?
We contact the owner and soon we can have a look inside.
Ooooooh, what a lovely place. This is our dream!
We always said: here we can realise our dreams and grow old.
Off to the bank with a steady income, a permanent contract and a little savings.
Full of courage, we sit there and listen to the possibilities….. a positive feeling.
We talk to the owner of the house, who is very happy that we want to live there and that the bank is positive.
Soon, a second meeting follows to get everything started.
Unfortunately, this meeting is a lot less positive.
A mortgage was not possible.
We first had to work in Sweden for a year and show a tax declaration.
Until everything was arranged with the bank, we were given the opportunity to rent the little house.
With my permanent job, it was possible to pay a small amount of rent, although it was all very tight.
Marco had a small job in the laundry and, although it wasn’t much, every little bit helped.
The little house had been unoccupied for several years and it showed.
The owner emptied everything out in one weekend and we then moved in during Easter weekend.
We left behind a warm and large house, beautiful memories and lovely people who had given us a warm place to stay during dark times.
It felt complicated, difficult.
But there was also the great pressure of being involved in the future again.
Our Dutch friends, who were coming with two horses, and Tonaco, whom we had missed for almost a year.
About three weeks after our move, the trip to the Netherlands was planned so we could travel back north to Sweden together with our friends and Tonaco.
Soon, Marco and I prepared some things for shelter for the horses.
Making a fence was not easy because there was a lot of frost in the ground.
Together with the three animals, we once again headed towards a new adventure.
Mid-May 2017: we drive back to the Netherlands with the trailer, now filled with scrap metal for better road handling.
A day of waiting to see Tonaco again.
It was exciting whether we would be on time for the vet’s appointment. The vet was coming to inspect the horses for the journey to Sweden.
First, we took the children to my mother. The girls were happy to see grandma and enjoyed being together again.
Marco and I drove on to Tonaco.
He had moved during the time we were in Sweden.
Our friends offered him a place at their stable. This allowed the horses to get used to each other a little before making the long journey to Sweden.
I felt warm inside and was bursting with nerves.
We were too late for the vet.
That was a fact we couldn’t change.
After some discussion, fortunately everything was sorted out.
Tonaco was approved for transport.
The farrier was there when we arrived.
Tears of happiness rolled in thick drops down my cheeks.
Tonaco’s head hung low, a sparkle in his eyes.
At the same time, I was shocked by how thin he was.
Meanwhile, I learned some basics of natural hoof trimming and, together with our friends who were very stressed if I didn’t cut exactly in the right line, we shortened Tonaco’s hoof.
That morning, I whispered in his ear that I would never leave him alone again and that we were now going to paradise.
We spent one night at my mother’s. This was also the last night in my childhood home — it had now been sold too.
The next morning, we went to the market to do some shopping.
We also visited the apartment one last time.
We took a few personal belongings with us, including the dining table, benches and chairs. It all just fit along one side of the trailer.
The other side was for Tonaco.
In the afternoon, we drove to Tonaco.
Our best friends Joke and Hans were there too.
Joke, who had helped us so incredibly much. A woman with a heart of gold who has a huge place in our hearts, just like Hans.
He is always there for us and bakes the best meatballs there are!
We hug, cry and share one last moment with Tonaco during our final moments in the Netherlands.
Among the clattering of hooves, Hans tells me:
“Nicole, I support everything you have done so far, but I don’t support this step with your new friends.”
Boom!
Ouch!
“Oh Hans,” I still say, “it’ll be alright.”
The life lesson I learned here is:
Always listen to your heart and your true friends!
Three weeks later, these so-called friends left us in Sweden without saying anything.
Gone is gone…..
An empty and lonely, emaciated horse remains.
My blinkers fall off.
It is time for us to stand up for ourselves.
The pain quickly turns into awareness.
Yin and Yang are Chinese concepts referring to two opposing principles/forces that permeate all aspects of life and the universe. The Yin-Yang symbol is the ancient Chinese representation of cosmic duality.
It is a period of darkness and light at the same time. Whether the balance is still right, I leave that in the middle.
The text above can be placed among the lighter moments, but on the other hand, there was darkness too.
The hard work demands a lot from my body; it often hurts.
Marco is not in a good place during this period. He is angry out of powerlessness about the regulations here in Sweden.
His dreams of finding work with the drone are gone.
In many ways, he tries unsuccessfully to find other work.
It is tough on our relationship.
Never before have we had so many arguments in our relationship of almost 20 years as during this period.
We feel pressure because our friends from the Netherlands are coming with two horses.
Pressure because we are going to pick up Tonaco in the Netherlands.
The pressure regularly causes explosions of emotion.
We also have doubts about this house.
It is not our dream house, but it is pleasantly warm and nice.
And so, once again, there is a dark moment.
Finding home
June 2018.
It is finally happening.
The bank finally gives us a mortgage on the condition that we pay 25% of the purchase price ourselves.
All our savings disappear in one go.
The papers are signed.
Now we are the owners of a small house, a barn and four hectares of land.
Every step through the meadow, together with Tonaco, Marco and the girls, we shout:
“Yes! This is our own land. We have arrived at our destination.”
This is it.
We sit on our terrace looking out over the meadow.
It is now filled with four sheep, two horses and children jumping around on a trampoline.
The lifestyle refugees have arrived at their destination.
Real life simply carries on.
Not a week goes by without another exciting adventure.
I would like to continue these in my next blog:
The Nordic Mamma.
Our Philosophy
We believe tourism should give something back.
Nordic Nature Escape grew from our own way of living in Höga Kusten — close to nature, the seasons, our animals and the people around us. What started at our Homestead has grown into a bigger idea: connecting travellers with small-scale places and local people who share the same values.
We don’t believe in mass tourism or growing just for the sake of becoming bigger. We believe in personal hospitality, meaningful experiences and tourism that strengthens the places we visit.
Nature Comes First
Nature is not the background to an experience it is part of it. We choose small-scale stays and experiences that respect the landscape, its rhythm and its limits.
Local Makes the Difference
The people who live in a place know its stories, flavours and traditions. By working with local hosts, producers, guides and businesses, tourism can contribute to the community instead of simply passing through it.
Keep it Real
A meal around the fire. A conversation with your host. A quiet morning in the forest. A sauna after a day outside. We believe the moments people remember most are often the simplest ones.
Grow Together
Our ambition is not to build a collection of as many locations as possible. We want to grow together with the people and places around us — carefully, personally and with respect for what already exists. More than just a stay. A way back to nature.
Our Journey
From a Dream in 2016 to Nordic Nature Escape
Nordic Nature Escape didn’t start as a business plan. It grew from a choice we made in 2016: to leave the Netherlands and build a different life in Sweden.
Since then, we have created our Homestead step by step — designing and building as much as possible ourselves, often using reclaimed materials and always asking the same question: does this fit the place and the way we want to live?
Every tent, building and new experience became another piece of the story. What started as our own escape into nature is slowly growing into something we can share with others.
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