We've been looking at stories and creative writing and how we might piece together some of the residents experiences. This could well be in book form, or maybe some audio recordings. 
I was rubbish at camping, I don't mind admitting it. I used to get bundled along for impromptu weekends and as a large, not that well off family it was also our main summer holiday too. Being the youngest, I mainly was entrusted with nothing more arduous that holding things like pegs and keeping out of the way as older and more enthusiastic siblings got stuck into duties. This is fortunate as I would no doubt have endangered the lives of all involved through my incompetence or through enraging the parents to the point of actual violence. In the intervening years I have possibly got worse, to the point where changing a light bulb seems like a significant achievement.
I am sharing this vaguely humiliating information to illustrate my admiration for anyone that approaches self sufficiency without the need for Google, let alone with confidence and determination.  What would you do without a house to sleep in? What would you do if in the space of one day you had to gather your belongings together into something you can carry and then take with you to find somewhere to bed down. I might make it to a safe part of a park in summer, or consider a barn or abandoned shed in winter. I'd hope I might survive a night or two as an adventure. I reckon I could "scrump" for fruit and veg maybe but my long term prospects for foraging would not be good. It amazed me to hear the countless tales of people who have become homeless and how they have survived. One story involved "camping" for 16 years from the age of 16 and living off berries and wild animals. Another became a wilder version of "The Good Life" setting up home on an allotment with an admirable and slightly remarkable ability to adapt not just items and tools but also lifestyle. Self sufficiency, determination, fortitude, ingenuity and intelligence displayed again and again. 
There was also a good deal of humour, these stories peppered with colourful language and lots of laughter. My favourite Shakespeare moments are when the tragedy is laced with comedy, it spices the fall and also catches you off guard. Loneliness, illness, depression, alcoholism and desperation hide behind anecdotes again and again.
To eat a hedgehog you corner it, when it rolls into a ball you pack it with clay (mud) and then put into the hottest part of the fire to bake. Once it's thoroughly baked and the clay has hardened you take it out, crack the clay apart and pull it away. There is your hedgehog, the spines pulled safely away by the clay. It tastes just like chicken apparently.
The ways in which some people have their defences taken away and their protection destroyed is no less brutal. 

- Nathan Human (Citizen598)

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