I noticed that he edited out the constant gales, the months of rain... The endless waiting for planning permission, the fact that you can't buy a needle to mend your clothes anywhere nearer than Inverness, you can't find a shoe shop or a pair of jeans between Inverness and Fort William, and his neighbours all seem to be jolly helpfull sassenachs who haven't been beligerent or obstructive.
It's all very twee, he intends to grow veg and keep hens for eggs and catch fish from a boat, but he'll get fed up with eggs and fish (if he catches any), and the veg is a long time growing. He does indeed seem to have unlimited funds and a constant stream of "helpers"; where did all that timber suddenly arrive from?
The weather is suspiciously wonderfull all the time ~ and it's not even midgie season yet....
Cheery buggr, ain't I? We're all doomed, doomed I tell ye....