Before we moved here the valley was a long abandoned tip. We soon set-about making changes; fencing off land into fields for sheep to graze, planting innumerable trees, sculpting out a pond and making the farmhouse habitable. Like sleepwalkers our time here is nevertheless marked by no master-plan. It now seems that the busier we are making-up things on the hoof, the less we want to fabricate a finished article. When we cease to ditch and delve, the valley will - or so we hope - be left to nature's talent to keep all of us guessing.