[Moon over Martinborough]: The irony is that I never really had a longstanding desire to work the land. It was CJ, my partner, who came up with the absolutely ridiculous idea of moving out to a tiny olive farm in Martinborough. I thought he was crazy. We’ve always been city boys. We didn’t know the first thing about olive trees!
Only after he harangued me for days did I finally agree to even look at the property. As soon as I laid eyes on that beautiful olive grove, however, I was hooked. It felt like love at first sight. So I said yes. It was that simple.
The logistics of ‘making the dream into a reality’ then revolved around two things: trying the commute into Wellington to see how it felt, and applying for a mortgage. When opportunities open up, they don’t always stay open long. So we jumped.