I have a friend who wants to downsize her house, as she needs to reduce her mortgage debt, but is quite understandably is sad about losing her large garden. I’ve spent years casting a covetous eye over anyone with a large expanse of grass and plenty of room to swing several cats. Yet, I’ve put … Continue reading What is a garden for?
It's finally happened. After a shuddering explosion that sounded as though someone had petrol-bombed the house, and with a similar accompanying burning smell, my washing machine has finally washed its last and gone out in a blaze of dripping-wet washing and a death-throe leap across the kitchen floor. We've been through a lot, me and … Continue reading Not built to last?
Over the last few months I've had a couple of friends put their houses up for sale, or think about moving. This has led me towards the toxic allure of Rightmove with its siren-like call. Ostensibly on the look-out for potential houses for my friend, I was drawn in my the endless photographs of … Continue reading Love the home you’re in
Matchstick in hand, yesterday I was sitting on my driveway, fettling with my push bike. When I say fettling, before anyone runs away with idea that I was knee-deep in hex keys, I mean picking crud out of my chainset. And there was an awful lot of crud. Big lumps of it to prod out … Continue reading In praise of simple technologies
Reading Paul Kingsnorth’s collection of essays (Confessions of a Recovering Environmentalist) this week brought something into sharp focus for me. He talks of the way we dismiss people who look to the past as ‘romantics’, possibly with the ‘hopeless’ epithet, yet the same airy dismissal is not applied to those who look to the future. … Continue reading The future’s a mystery