Every story starts with “Once upon a time…”, and this story has a similar ring. Once upon a time, there was a need, a hope and a dream, all of them living in the heart of an English couple.
This is the story of a determined journey of their hearts, all through the ocean and the vast step. Overcoming their fears, with prowess, moments of mischief and resilience.
This journey began at the end of the XIX century, when Percival returned from a sailing trip to Punta Arenas, in the south of Chile, this lit the flame of new adventures. He and his wife were encouraged to drive into the odyssey of immigrating to this continent, known as the Americas.
In early 1900, Percival Master and Jessie Wildig, went to Buenos Aires and, 2 years later, they got definitely established in Patagonia; after their first and only son, Herbert, was born. They settled in Cabo Virgenes, in the southeast of Santa Cruz province, gaining experience in windy and wooly affairs.
In those years, learning from the land, working with sheep and wood, the fourth member of the family arrived. Elinor Cristina Masters was born in 1904, and with her arrival to these untamed lands came the need for more. They moved west in search of larger plots of land and a better future, bringing with it cold winters and isolation.
For those who have not been here yet, we have three words, meticulously chosen, to talk about this land which I have known since the very first day of my life.