I still remember the first time I ate fresh kelp. I was visiting a small regenerative ocean farm off the…
The first time I experienced a genuine passive house, I thought the heating was broken. It was January in Sheffield,…
The first time I swam in a natural swimming pool, I was seven years old and had no idea I…
The first time I put my hands into a bucket of cob—that magnificent mixture of clay, sand, and straw that’s…
The worst migraine of my life hit me in the middle of cleaning my bathroom. One minute I was scrubbing…
The most humbling garden moment of my life happened during a sweltering July drought three years ago. I was standing…
So there I was, curled up on my sofa on a rainy Bristol evening, binge-watching the latest nature documentary series…
The first time my flat flooded, I was woefully unprepared. It was three years ago, during that freak storm system…
I have a confession to make: I’m a complete hypocrite when it comes to music. For someone who meticulously separates…
I had one of those moments recently – you know, when you suddenly realize you’ve been an absolute environmental hypocrite…
I’ll never forget the look on my housemate Ruth’s face when she walked into our garden and found me crouched…
The day my ancient gas boiler finally died was both a disaster and a blessing in disguise. Water was pooling…
The evening my ancient gas boiler finally wheezed its last breath remains vivid in my memory—not just because it happened…