It all started when my father unexpectedly died. I inherited a piece of land by a small lake. The lake was surrounded by swamps all around except for my piece of land, which was sandy pinewood forest. A storm had destroyed a big area of thick pines approximately ten years ago and my father had had new trees planted instead. They were a few meters high now. Mum and dad had their own summerplace nearby, but here, my father had told, could be his small fishing cabin one day.

I stood on my piece of land and started planning. This will be a piece of my father's dream. This will be a piece of my dream and this will also be a piece of my children's and grandchildren's dream. My grandfather had sold sand from a ridge on the land decades ago. The trail of coming and going lorries could still be seen on the ground, but there were small trees growing all over, so it was a bit hard to recognise. A road must be built first, though.

It was autumn. The local forest management association had suggested on cutting down some parts of the woods in order to clear the wood area after years and sell the logs. Fine with me, it gave me a nice  little profit, which I put aside to keep for other needs on the area.

In the spring my brother showed me how to use dad's forestry clearing saw and asked me to start. That was the start for building this site.