I still remember the first time I ate fresh kelp. I was visiting a small regenerative ocean farm off the coast of Devon, standing on a gently bobbing boat with…
The first time I experienced a genuine passive house, I thought the heating was broken. It was January in Sheffield, absolutely miserable outside – you know that particular British cold…
The first time I put my hands into a bucket of cob—that magnificent mixture of clay, sand, and straw that’s been used as a building material for thousands of years—something…
The worst migraine of my life hit me in the middle of cleaning my bathroom. One minute I was scrubbing away at shower mold with what the bottle proudly claimed…
So there I was, curled up on my sofa on a rainy Bristol evening, binge-watching the latest nature documentary series in all its 4K glory. The irony hit me somewhere…
The first time my flat flooded, I was woefully unprepared. It was three years ago, during that freak storm system that dumped a month’s worth of rain on Bristol in…
I had one of those moments recently – you know, when you suddenly realize you’ve been an absolute environmental hypocrite without even knowing it? I was standing in my bathroom,…
I’ll never forget the look on my housemate Ruth’s face when she walked into our garden and found me crouched next to what she later described as “a suspicious wooden…