Vertical Gardening That Actually Works in Tiny Urban Spaces
When I first moved into my tiny Bristol flat with its even tinier balcony, I was in full-blown denial about what this meant for my gardening obsession. “I’ll just grow…
When I first moved into my tiny Bristol flat with its even tinier balcony, I was in full-blown denial about what this meant for my gardening obsession. “I’ll just grow…
The rain started at exactly 3:17 AM. I know this because I was still awake, laptop balanced on my knees, frantically finishing an article about greywater systems when the first…
The year my garden nearly died taught me more than two decades of successful growing ever had. It was 2018—that freakishly hot summer when parts of England went without meaningful…
The moment I realized my relationship with smart home technology had fundamentally changed happened at 3AM on a Tuesday. I was dead asleep when my phone pinged with an alert:…
Last spring, I found myself flat on my stomach in my garden, nose practically touching the soil, magnifying glass in hand like some horticultural Sherlock Holmes. My neighbor spotted me…
I keep my most precious possessions in old jam jars and brown paper envelopes. Not jewelry or cash, but seeds – hundreds of them, carefully labeled and dated, each with…
Last summer nearly broke me. I’m not being dramatic—well, maybe a tiny bit. But after three consecutive weeks of temperatures hovering around 34°C in my top-floor flat in Bristol, I…
My fascination with greywater recycling began, like many of my sustainability obsessions, with a complete disaster. I was twenty-three, living in my first solo flat in Bristol, and absolutely determined…
I discovered the importance of insulation the hard way – through my first winter energy bill in a poorly insulated flat that cost more to heat than my monthly rent.…
I’ve never been so happy to have mud on my boots as I was standing in James Whitefield’s field last October, watching him dig a surprisingly deep hole in…
I’m wearing dead sheep right now. Well, technically a cardigan made from the wool of Shetland sheep that grazed less than thirty miles from my flat, processed at a mill…
I’m slightly embarrassed to admit this, but I spent most of my life thinking “bee” meant exactly two things: the fuzzy honeybees making honey, and the angry wasps that chase…
My obsession with rainwater harvesting began innocently enough – a single water butt connected to the downspout outside my kitchen window, installed primarily to water my collection of increasingly thirsty…
The first time I saw a proper food forest, I actually cried. Not cute, cinematic tears either—I’m talking about the ugly-crying that makes your face go all blotchy and…
I was up to my elbows in mud when I had my first proper revelation about natural building. This wasn’t garden mud or even the carefully mixed compost that usually…