Take an average plastic bottle. But this time really look at it. Feel the little nobble underneath and at the top of the cap; the sprue. This is evidence that the bottle has been injection moulded. The sprue is the where the plastic has been fed into a mould and when it’s finished that little … Continue reading Rubbish is in the eye of the beholder
It took me a couple of days to stop thinking about it; the news that at a nature reserve in Germany insect numbers have dropped by 75% with accompanying reports of ecological Armageddon. It was one of those news items that stopped me short. Yes, I know, or I should do, as I work in … Continue reading The world needs more gadflies
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?
“Mummy,” who made this? Says my four-year-old as he regards the wicker fire-basket that sits by the hearth with the bemused and fascinated awe that comes with children that age. I was slightly unsure what to reply to this, as I so often am with some of his questions. I am vaguely aware, after watching … Continue reading Who made this?
A couple of months ago I bought a pair of trousers, and something about them made me question several things, who had made them, and what was the true cost beyond what I had paid at the till? As with so many things with our economic model, there really was no way of finding out, … Continue reading Sisyphean sewing tasks