When he was 16 years old, Alan Peterson made a pact with his three best friends that one day they'd build a house from scratch in the middle of the Canadian wilderness.
Fast forward nearly 30 years, two of Alan's friends have passed away and his third is lying in a hospital bed barely clinging to life. There is no wooden house in the Canadian forest. They haven't even set foot in the country.
After a sour business deal lands him in unemployment, Alan visits his dying friend in The Royal London Hospital and promises that he'll build that house in Canada. He'll fish in the lake. He'll stargaze on the roof. He'll do it, in honour of their friends.
Alan secures the required Visas and Permits within the year and soon finds himself hidden in the wildest Canadian forest he could find.
But building a house from scratch by yourself was never how Alan imagined it would be, and so he soon finds himself employing the help of an eccentric carpenter, a temperamental dwarf and two hitch-hiking teenagers.
don't believe everything happiness says
nothing feels better than hiding these days
we bury our fears, in the drinks, in these tears
for the days we believed we could fly
mydearcomrade asked: mark sheppard