"The wind never stops blowing... "

"The wind never stops blowing.  It howls down the valley in the winter.  It NEVER stops blowing."  Okay, that was enough to put us off our latest potential farm plot. Are we city weaklings?  Maybe, but if so, I can live with the label.

In the benign late morning sun of the previous day, the site seemed to offer so much: a flat growing area, a well that won't stop producing, deer fencing in place, a good building site and - bonus! - a two bedroom trailer in which we could live while building a house.  All for an estimated purchase price of $450,000.

It was the next day's independent research that cooled our interest in the property.  Howling winds all the time?  Not for moi. I'm up for trying our hands at farming but I'm not up for freezing year round.  And, added bonus, that prime growing area is at the bottom of the valley and so receives all the cold air that rolls down the surrounding hillsides.  My six required credits of science for my writing degree slowly came back to me. At the time I couldn't imagine any use for the course information.  Now I was developing a new appreciation for that basic geography course. Yes, cold air rolls down hill and, well, makes everything it sits on cold.

So we've turned our back on that property.  Perhaps we'll take up commune living in Sooke.