Every now and then I am reminded how connected we all are to each other. After all, we all come from the same source, however you view it. We come from the same planet! And we have to look after it properly – that’s our project, and it’s clear many millions are now very occupied with this project. Continue reading “We go wild at Glo Wild”
Brighton has at least one restaurant serving kombucha, and one cafe. We have it at home. But what is it, and is it good for you?
I am reading Sandor Ellis Katz’s groundbreaking book about fermentation, what it’s all about and even how to do it. I’ve already read the first couple of chapters, after which it’s mostly recipes, blah blah blah. No seriously, great for the cookery-minded. I’m going to get through this. Continue reading “Hate your guts? Brighton’s fermentation restaurants”
It’s a 19th century windmill now finding itself on a small traffic island on a residential Hove street.
Behind is St Peter’s Church, complete with tea room, although I left my wallet behind so I’ll have to give the tea a miss.
Actually it’s not quite true I forgot my wallet, but after leaving the house and returning to my car twice to retrieve things I’d forgotten I decided, well, hang it. Continue reading “Travels in Sussex – the windmill at West Blatchington”
Do “the Small Footprint Family” actually have small feet? Is a “lasagne bed” something kinky Italians sleep in? Can you get rid of monster weeds without using nasty chemicals? You’ll find all the answers below.
In my eagerness to atone for the sin of spraying just a tiny bit of Roundup on my beloved plants (see my article my Montanto shame) I reached out to social media for assistance – what else does one do? Continue reading “How to get rid of monster weeds – and love Planet Earth”
Lanhydrock, National Trust, Cornwall, England
We’re in Cornwall. Today we started off at St. Michael’s Mount and ended up in this non-conversational, companionable evening in front of our laptops.
In between we visited Lanhydrock, erstwhile home of the 17th century Earl of Radnor, nicked from an Augustinian priority and owned by various family branches since until the family died out due to appalling levels of childbirth. The family history bit was all very confusing, to be honest. Continue reading “A moody castle, a stolen priory and a silent cheese and wine party”
These are the last days of summer – warm, peaceful, precious. There’s a storm predicted this afternoon but so far you wouldn’t guess it.
I’ve discovered a bit more of the Downs. Black Down, the highest point in the National Park, acquired by the National Trust for all of us. Continue reading “Alone on Black Down, Sussex”
What was I thinking? When Steve from the allotments next door came by he caught me red-handed spraying Roundup on some weeds I’d been unable to pull up.
Living next to allotments I should have known better than to try it on. Even though I only used it for the really hard-to-get-rid-of diehard weeds, and hardly ever at that.
I’m a killer. I just didn’t know how else to get rid of them. Continue reading “My Monsanto shame, but what’s the alternative?”
What to do with our apples?
I have become a cookery writer, a role not totally suited to me as I know next to nothing about cooking. Still …
Last week I mentioned the bucket of apples from our garden Sue had picked and I had sorted. OK, I was going to write about it “tomorrow” but as we all know tomorrow never comes and things got in the way, so here we are. Continue reading “Suddenly I’m a cookery writer”
Plastic-free organic lemon squash – the secret
My issue today is what to do about the plastic bottle our squash comes in. When the kids were young we used to make our own lemon squash from our lemon tree. Sadly we no longer live in NZ and we don’t have a lemon tree. Sue says I killed it, but I maintain to this day I only gave it a severe pruning. It must have died of some disease.
It’s one of those conflicts I don’t think will ever be resolved. Continue reading “Zero-Wasting my life #4 – I make my own lemon drink”