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The reality of owning a piece of land in a remote part of Kenya has sunk in painfully in recent weeks. We are in the middle of nowhere, beyond help, on an expanse of rocks and dust that only a madman would call a 'farm'. All the materials, apart from the plentiful rocks, must be trucked in from miles away. Every bag of nails strains at the budget, and these are but early days.
Somehow, out of nothing, we have sprouted two rondavels--round huts made of mud and timber posts with a roof of papyrus thatch. In the bigger hut there is a cement floor, a door and an outside veranda covered by more papyrus. Inside it's quite homely, or at least...
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