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 swam in a natural swimming pool, I was seven years old and had no idea I was experiencing something revolutionary. It was at my great-aunt Margaret’s…
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…
The most humbling garden moment of my life happened during a sweltering July drought three years ago. I was standing in my backyard, hose in hand for the second time…
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 have a confession to make: I’m a complete hypocrite when it comes to music. For someone who meticulously separates her recycling and once lectured a delivery driver about excessive…
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…
The day my ancient gas boiler finally died was both a disaster and a blessing in disguise. Water was pooling across my kitchen floor, the plumber was shaking his head…