Native bush
Over 5 hectares of regenerating bush, and counting.
The bush is a character in our lives in many ways. It's a place to relax, discover, admire, and work.
Three things my Dad taught me
This Father’s Day, I’m looking at the values I gained as my father’s daughter.
Why I don’t keep bees
You’d think with so much native bush (and with more trees planted each year), we might put in a few bee hives at The Outpost. But we won’t be. Here’s why.
Some faults on the fenceline
The storms last weekend brought down a couple of nīkau palms near our fence line. How did we sort this one out?
What’s in a name?
A guide to, and explanation of, the names we have given to places around our property.
Serendipity
I know we all joke we’re two-degrees of separation from anyone else in New Zealand. But Richard and I have closer links to the land we live on than we could have imagined.
The bush cam
I got a new toy for my birthday and it’s absolutely revolutionised the pest and weed management of our native bush.
Clearing the clearing
This week we cut down a bunch of gorse and cleared out a nice spot for a picnic in the bush.
Manual of the New Zealand Flora
How do you learn to see the trees for the forest? You look closer. And then you look closer again. And again.
Sourcing native trees
In order to plant native trees, we need to source native trees. I went tree-hunting this week.
The beauty of weeds
Looking at the beauty provided by some of the weeds on the property, and getting a bit philosophical about it.
Animal tales, part 2
Nature gets very random when given the chance. Some more animal tales from The Outpost.
Raining in my head like a tragedy
An update on our rainfall, and how we plan to hold onto it for longer.
Why our wetland is important
One of our paddocks was once a very valuable ecosystem. I’ve got plans to return it to its former glory.
The future state of The Outpost
What does it look like in an imagined future where all our work on the property is beginning to pay off?
Telling time without a clock
A look at a day on our lifestyle block, where our day is ruled more by a hungry stomach and the weather, than by the ticking of a clock.






















