The first time I came to England, in 1997, I was introduced to the relative joys of public transport. I was on a Working Holiday visa, and like the rest of the Southern Hemisphere Commonwealth youngsters in London at the time, I made full use of the system. A car was certainly not on the agenda. Neither did it come into play when I moved to England in 2006 and stayed for four years – of which a year was out in Kent and with a bicycle (which I had bought from a retired chimney sweep in East Sheen for £30 before I moved from Kew).Continue reading “Leaving footprints”
After a very long break from running because of a ‘tiny’ but persistent injury, achieved just over two and a half years ago, I decided in November last year to start running again. For the first two weeks it went really well, I obviously took it really slowly and managed to get some running bits in in between the walking, but not kill myself in the process. And I loved being out again, and the way it made me feel afterwards. Joy!Continue reading “A wrinkle of my feet”
To be honest, I’m not sure which number or version of lockdown I’m inhabiting – there have been so many. Suffice it to say, I don’t actually care what they call it any more. Tier 4, Lockdown, Level 5, The Naughty Step… All I know for sure is that life continues whether we are trapped inside or not.Continue reading “The high life of lockdown III”
Let me start by stating the bleeding obvious – what a bumpy ride 2020 has been! And yet, as I sit here in my room, which I have just moved into, I can’t help but think that despite the potholes and road blocks I’ve somehow managed to achieve a massive amount on a personal and professional level.Continue reading “Small things at the end of a decade”
I started a new job in Woking this week, a contract job, and moved to local accommodation to skip the whole train/bus commute thing to have a zero-carbon trek to work and back. So, my first Saturday off came as quite a treat. I managed to sleep a whole 20 minutes later before waking up.Continue reading “Life versus death”
As I was scrolling through my Instagram feed this morning, I came across a post by someone who I have only been following for a short while. In the post, she describes the contents of her pantry, and it is accompanied by a photo of jars and jars of supplies. She also provides a great exposition of how pantries, as in the days of yore, were the culmination of a sacred process – which has sadly over the decades been replaced by trips to the supermarket. You can read the post here (and you should, it’s really lovely).Continue reading “What is sacred?”
I’ve spent roughly the first six months of this year wading through the clutter I have amassed over the years, including the contents of my parents’ storage facility (which they gave up a few years ago), and think it’s a topic worth writing about.
Despite being an amateur ‘economist’, and a fledgling professional environmentalist, I have a keen, personal interest in the continued future of our planet. (I’m guessing you do too.) I therefore spend a lot of time reading up on this topic and debating above my weight to make sure I don’t get side-tracked by trivialities and tempted by quick fixes.
Earlier this week, I noticed an article that someone posted on LinkedIn about the impact of the coronavirus pandemic on parts of the clothing (and fashion) industry. Since we all wear clothes, I thought I’d write about the clothing industry, but specifically the fashion industry and its environmental impact. And then see what we can do about it. Only a few talented of us make our own clothes – the rest of us buy our clothing in shops. Whichever way we do acquire our clothes though, our collective individual choices have a huge, global impact. Continue reading “Lockdown diaries 10: Fast fashion 101”