When I was 7, I went to live with my maternal grandparents. The house had no running water, no electricity, no bathroom, and the aga stove in the kitchen was heated through fire. The water was caught in huge aluminium tin barrels, and you stepped outside to draw water. The outhouse was built outside the home

When I was 30, my grandmother died, and I went back for the funeral.

When I was 69, my sister and I drive there to find the house. It had been raised to the ground, and the only thing remaining was a huge tree, and the burial places of their forebears or their children.

We drove a little way down the road and found a row of small 'homes.' There we found an old man who had worked for my grandmother when he was a boy.

I don't think it will be possible to live that way. We will be nomads because of weather patterns