The Story of Stuff

BRILLIANT ANIMATED FILM ON CONSUMERISM, OURSELVES AND THE EARTH.
http://www.storyofstuff.org/

AND A MESSAGE OF HOPE FROM THE FILM'S MAKER, ANNIE LEONARD
(extract from a longer article, link below)

"While I once felt like a marginalized garbage-nut, I now realize I am part of a massive community of people, all over the world, who know deep in our hearts that something is wrong. Our economy is off track. Half the world’s population lives on less than $2.50 a day, unable to meet basic needs, while a handful of people amass obscene levels of wealth. Our industries convert the planet’s resources into wastelands while pumping out toxic chemicals so pervasive that they are now present in every body, even in those of newborn infants. And our culture encourages us to find fulfillment in rampant consumerism rather than compassion and connection.

The outpouring of support has shown me that many, many people recognize these problems and want change-enough to actually make that change! It’s not just a few little pockets of us in eco-hotspots. All around the world, parents, students, farmers, activists, religious leaders, writers, engineers, scientists, fisher folk, businesspeople, and many others are standing up, speaking out, calling for a new kind of economy and culture that serves the planet and its people, rather than sacrifices these for the economic benefit of the few. So, in spite of the dire data on the state of the planet, I find myself more full of hope than ever. I am not alone. We are not alone."

rest of article at Steve's Permaculture Blog here

INSPIRATION!

I've been to some beautiful places visiting permaculture and other projects over the last few years but the best part of the whole journey has been meeting so many amazing inspirational people. Gentle, intelligent, funny, tough, hard-working, thoughtful, cooperative, sensitive, interesting people, with the same sort of open-mindedness I remember at university but with the added wisdom of years of life experience.

It's often the lack of skill that is impressive - it doesn't stop people doing things and learning as they go along. C had hardly any experience of growing food but it didn't stop him taking on a hill farm. There's an amazing resourcefulness and just-get-it-done-ness, like S cutting slots in a tree trunk with a chainsaw by torchlight at night. Toughness: E setting off from Denmark to hitch to Wales in winter temperatures of minus 10. That's just the tip of this amazing iceberg of spirit. There's a network of people like this all over the world and I think it's the most heartening thing we have for the future.

I'm planning to make a better index for the blog so you can get to the bits that interest you more easily - I hope you feel inspired too!

WALES - Crisis in Crymych

Back at the beginning of March, my plan was to live near Lammas in Wales for a while, get involved with the excellent project there and give treatments to people in the area. I moved into a great flat above the health food shop in Crymych. Everyone was very friendly, Lammas was just down the road but I hit a brick wall...it just didn't feel right being there. To quote John Lennon, "Life's what happens when you're making other plans."

I had to move back to Scotland and start working towards a long term project there - (McLammas maybe?). I wanted to be near my daughters, family and oldest friends again. A week later, I was in a flat in my hometown, Perth.

Back in Perth - No More Nomad For Now...

It is soooo nice to be have my own space again after six years of sharing and living in some wild set-ups. I'm really appreciating having somewhere warm, dry and flat to sleep, having a cooker and washing machine and all that convenient stuff. The flat's light and bright, in good condition and quiet at night for the city centre. My daughters are nearby - it was lovely to be around for their birthdays which are both in March, the crocuses on the inches always remind of the those happy times when they were born and when they were young.

Crocuses on the South Inch  (parks are called Inches in Perth...)

My oldest friends are up here too, from early therapy days and right back to childhood. It's time to reflect on the last few years, focus first on building up a therapy practice here then think where else to best put my energy. Time for a bit of healing for myself, for tendonitis from the heavier eco-work and to carry on processing all the recent emotional and physical upheaval. 

Perth is a good place to live. I struggle just being in one place for any length of time but I feel less of a misfit here than in most places. It's easy to escape to hills, lochs, woodlands, rivers and some real wilderness. I can get pretty much anything I need on foot and the big cities aren't far away for anything else, concerts or whatever - of course, how much do we really need anyway?

On a walk round Kinnoull Hill, just quarter of an hour from the centre of Perth

A brilliant, wild old pine tree in the Blackwood forest at Loch Rannoch

If any town is well set up for a Power-down, Transition process away from fossil fuel it might well be Perth. There's plenty of open land around, plenty of water and not that many people, there's more people in London than there are in the whole of Scotland. There's hydro power, the wind flow statistics are high and there's huge untapped potential for power-generation from tidal races.

Perth's a good size, it's big enough to have a good range of shops, coffee shops, book shops and a concert hall but small enough to feel like a big village. The down side is the number of drunks staggering about anytime after breakfast and the violence (a friend of L's was badly beaten up a few nights ago in an unprovoked attack from four idiots - but they may have been idiotic enough to have got themselves caught on CCTV...). Many parts of Perth are in decay and there's lots of empty shops in the centre of town. There isn't the feeling of general over-exploited desperation I feel down South though. I used to get an uneasy feeling of impending disaster in towns like Worthing and Eastbourne - I get it here too but not as strong.

After a couple of heavy weeks writing, I've got my leaflets and new therapy website up and running, www.ian watt health.co.uk - please have a peek at that - and please send the link on to anyone you know who might benefit from treatment, (i.e. pretty much everybody), thanks!

Wouldn't it be nice to have a peaceful little farm in the wilds of Portugal?

If this thought ever crosses your mind just you go and have a few stiff drinks and then sit in a nice warm bath or something until the thought uncrosses your mind...


...this must be just one of the most beautiful, peaceful places to be anywhere - but getting set up out here is not for the faint-hearted. The tangled bureaucracy is infuriating even if, like Janet and Clive, you speak Portuguese fluently. Clive has written much in his own blogging about the ups and downs of having anything built out here - click here for Clive's Quinta Blog. Then there are many other little flies in the ointment like the "hunters" who have the right to roam freely through the area firing off their blunderbusses at wildlife however small, right down to thrushes. (Clive and I reckon it would be a much better sport if the birds had guns too). It's not a good idea to confront these guys though as the Rambo-clad warriors may also be the local police or other worthies...


...it is bloomin gorgeous out here though all the same! Janet and Clive 35 acres here and are still exploring their land after three years, finding olive and other trees that they didn't even know were there. There's a huge variety of growing areas, parts are strewn with giant boulders, there are thousands of trees and a family of wild boar haunt the upper areas. Their hard work and persistence is paying off already though and the vineyards and olivals are beginning to look really good.

A bit more about the Portuguese outback...

We are in the Beira Interior Sul region of Portugal not far from the Spanish border and its verry verrrry quiet. You can carry on a conversation quite easily with someone a hundred yards away and hear the neighbouring farmer's wife shouting at her flock of goats and sheep very clearly.
Sadly you don't see many children in the village, the younger families have gone to the cities like Lisbon or have gone to work in France.

Here's a couple of shots from a walk I took up in the hills behind Janet and Clive's quinta, lots of rocks, boulders and scrubby vegetation with a random olival scattered here and there.

I love the way we humans have made very little impact on the landscape around here - in the picture above you can just see the nearest village tucked away to the right. None of the houses are over two floors high and rather than gardens they tend to have little micro-holdings of olives, vines and vegetables.
Here's my walking chum Harry coming down the road at top speed...

...and here's Clive after a haircut in Fundao at a barbers shop straight out of the Fifties - good haircut though!

NEW GROWTH - sustainable framework in sight

I've also had time while pruning all these olive trees to think about my own short term future. My immediate plans when I get back to the UK are to work in Wales for a while at Lammas and also in the area around the project. Lammas is a brilliant project, see the posts below, I'm sure it will prove to be a turning point and help many other similar projects to get going. One of my dreams is to be part of something like Lammas in Scotland which my daughters, Amanda and Laura and their children can get involved with as well if it's appropriate for them.

As well as doing my therapy work, I would love to help to start up a tree nursery, an orchard renovation service, a residential treatment/retreat centre, help to develop courses in sustainable topics and carry on with low impact building work. It's mostly stuff I've done before but at last this is an opportunity to do it all within the framework of a developing sustainable community.

More and more people are getting seriously concerned about the future. One of my patients told me about a book he was reading set in Tokyo just after the Second World War and the grim time that people had trying to find food. They used to travel out by train to the surrounding countryside to try to buy food, barter for it or steal it from farmers. I wonder if that's a pre-shadow of what life could be like in the UK for city dwellers one day not too far away? What food would we be able to get at a UK agri-business farm anyway?

Life after Debi

It's been a big change splitting up with Debi, my soulmate of six years. This time out here in the Portuguese wilds has let me mull everything over.

I always found living on the South Coast with Debi and her three boys difficult - all the traffic and stress, a life revolving around cars and supermarkets, an underlying feeling that we humans had squeezed every last drop of profit and life out of the land around us and my instincts saying louder and louder that the big crash is not far away. So it's a relief to be away from all that. In the end its mainly been the different ways of living we are looking for that has brought us to our fork in the road - I feel there's no time to lose in becoming part of a sustainable future whereas Debi and the kids prefer to carry on with what they know.

The picture above is one of Debi from my photo website: Earth Energy Images - she was very photogenic, always looked different, often totally gorgeous. These photos will always remind me of all the wonderful times we had together.

Anytime I feel that life is hard or lonely now I just think of all the extraordinary people I have met recently, and of the old friends I have re-met and I feel better straight away - there's a worldwide evolutionary hyper-family in the making...

A bit more about pruning olives...

Here's a few photos of olive pruning in process - this is a tree which probably hasn't been touched for 7 years or so and has gone very bushy...

... the dead stuff goes...

...and vertical shoots and stuff growing back into the centre goes...

... going for the goblet shape ...

... and a clean airy centre which will let in the sun and air.

Some of the trees end up pretty sparse but they seem to be very tough and respond well to the treatment:

And here's an old tree in a nearby town - I wonder just how old it is. It's obviously been pruned well back for many years - maybe several hundred?

Portugal - Quinta Serrinha

I wish you could smell the air here! This is the olival at the top of Janet and Clive's quinta in the footlills of the Serra da Estrela. It's right on the edge of wilderness and is just one of the most peaceful places you could hope to find. The scent in the air changes everyday, a mixture of wild lavender, pines, eucalyptus etc etc. The trees here haven't been pruned for many years as you can see and it is a wonderful experience spending time with them, slowing down to tree-speed, cutting away the dead wood, clearing their centres to let in air and sunlight and choosing the best shoots to leave. The trees love the attention and its all in a very pleasant 15 degrees or so in January...

This is a very un-developed part of Portugal and all the better for it. You might hear a petrol engine a couple of times a day, mostly you hear the wind in the trees, or bird song. Rush hour is when a flock of sheep goes by with their bells clanking. Above, the farmhouse nestles in the hillside. In the distance you can just see Monsanto and again below more clearly with the benefit of telephoto in the gorgeous morning light.

It's all hugely restful and healing after all the emotional and physical upheaval of splitting up with Debi and it's lovely to be working outside in a t-shirt in the sun after such a cold, wet winter back in the UK. Much more soon!

Latest Steve Stuff - Permaculture Courses and Blog

Check out Steve Jones' latest Permaculture Design Course coming up 15th - 29th May 2010 and read about Permaculture etc on his excellent new blog - lots of thought provoking, fascinating inspiring stuff. As Steve says, "Trying to make sense of living in a crazy time", maybe the craziest time ever?

ON PEAK OIL, Steve: "Oil prices are creeping up again – bare in mind especially that the $85 per barrel mark seems to be where the US economy goes into melt down, I cant help but think that 2010 could well be the year we hit the big energy crunch. The mad wavering of the oil price is part of what is predicted in Peak Oil theory, considering how dependent we are on oil for everything, this is something that we should be really concerned about."

Too damned right we should be concerned about it but here we are en masse drifting along pretty much as before. Two separate psychic sources have predicted total collapse of the international financial system in February this year, my own intuition is its not far away...

Tombreck - another roof on

I looked in to catch up with Sue and Tober and friends at Tombreck who have been having a very cold but very beautiful winter up there - minus nineteen or thereabouts. Down South everything grinds to a halt at a mere minus one of course...

Willy and Wendy's straw bale house is on the left of the picture above, see more about that via the link in my previous post along with some excellent pictures of the winter scenery up there.

The South Byre roof which I worked on last year is now all slated and Ewan and Tober have a lot of the internal partitions up as well.

With the cold weather they have all been using lots of fuel up there, above is the log burning boiler which heats Sue and Tober's house - I know it well! It takes a whole barrow load of logs in one go, a couple of loads heats up the enormous hot water tank on the right of the picture. Sue said they got down to three days supply of logs at one point during the really cold weather - a bit scary.

Lammas - roof on Nigel and Cassie's roundhouse

I have been travelling around with a van load off stuff after moving out from Debi's. Thanks to all my friends who are looking after things for me - I dropped off stuff in Wales, England and Scotland, if I just had some stuff in Northern Ireland too I guess that would be the whole of the UK...

My yurt is now at Lammas - it was good to catch up with Nigel and see the progress on their roundhouse. Their roof is on and they have part of the wall up too.Above you can see how the straw bales locate on to the low stone wall I helped to build.

And here is Nigel himself looking unusually dry...

A COUPLE OF LINKS FOR YOU:
If you are interested in straw bale building/roundhouses, Willy and Wendy have kept a blog on the straw bale house they have built at Tombreck: click here and Espion has put up some great photos of the work on Simon and Jasmine's roundhouse at Lammas: click here

Copenhagen - bad news and good news

BAD NEWS
CopenBollox...Well, I never held up much hope for top-down, business-as-usual, perpetual-growth solutions to everything.

GOOD NEWS
The good news is that there really is a tremendous amount of constructive stuff happening and you can read about in these pages. Solutions are already coming from the roots-up, from individuals and small groups working together on projects. Co-operation, respect for all life, transition from heavy use of energy and resources - it's all happening and the more it happens the easier it is for other people to start their own projects.

TWO BIG CHALLENGES:
1. Debt
We don't seem to be served well by a currency based on a froth of debt. Instead it seems to lock us into the very problems which are endangering all life on Earth. What effect would it have if we used a currency based on living trees or areas of forest? Or could we just co-operate, tune into our collective consciousness and do without any currency?

2. Sustainable city life
It's easy to see that people can survive out in the countryside given time and conditions to get their food, fuel and shelter set up. But how do people in cities get access to enough land to support themselves while the resources they currently depend on vanish?

These are two of the areas I plan to explore further this year - and the spirit and creativity I've already found in people makes me really hopeful for the future!

End of an era...

Yes, a sad moment indeed - I never thought I'd see the day when I took my trusty F2 Bullit on its last journey.......to the skip.......

Still, I haven't used it for many years and it really is time to declutter. I gave it this Virtual Viking send off in memory of many happy hours blasting around the UK waters together.

Here are a couple of moments of my windsurfing history: this one snapped by dear Morag during a very windy day on Loch Rannoch...


...and a crazy Bullit moment snapped by my great windsurfing chum, Terry, doing a terrifying 33mph on the speed course at West Kirby. It's a very special venue as the water is protected by a sea wall and stays calm however strong the wind is. There is none of the usual bouncing and clattering, the board just starts to vibrate as you go faster and faster. Barely under control in strong wind, 33mph feels like 333mph - great times!

First building work at Lammas!

It's absolutely brilliant that the people of Lammas finally have their planning permission. Now they can get on with their ground-breaking project of 9 eco-smallholdings and community hall on farmland in Pembrokeshire.

Pembrokeshire County Council adopted a low-impact policy (Policy 52) in July 2006 and the Lammas group submitted their application in March 2008. They were refused and appealed to the Welsh Assembly finally getting their permission after much further hard work in August this year.

To me this is a fantastic step forward as it will allow a large part of what has been a monoculture, green desert farm to be nurtured back into low-impact, resilient, diverse systems which will be able to support people directly where they live with food, energy and materials. It was great to be there in the run up to Copenhagen too, I'm sure the Lammas project will show us many solutions to current problems that will apply in the cities as well as out in the countryside. It has been wonderful to take part in some of the first building work there - it's felt like being a real cutting edge, eco-pioneer. I hope it's the first of many projects like this and people are indeed thinking along those lines already: check out the Ecological Land Coop.

The picture above is taken from the top of Paul and Hoppi's plot looking down to their caravans and yurt. Paul and Hoppi have already done a lot of ground preparation on their site, planted up areas with trees and started work on the foundations for their barn.They kindly let me stay in one of the caravans for the third week I was there - I don't think I could have coped with many more nights of rain and wind in my tent. I don't ever remember being rained on quite so much as I have this November but at least we never had anything like the twelve inches plus at Cockermouth.

Nigel and I talked about the fossil fuel used by the machinery to put in the roads on the site - if you look at it as an investment of energy now to develop systems which will save energy in the future it doesn't seem quite so bad. They've put in about 1.5 km of roads into the plots with various levellings and earthworks as well.

Lammas: Nigel and Cassie's Roundhouse

I spent most of my three weeks at Lammas helping Nigel and Cassie Lishman building their roundhouse. They had the upright wooden framework or henge built (to left of picture above) and the start of the 18" low circular wall which will carry the straw bales forming the rest of the walls. Amazingly, they are living on site in a truck, a yurt and an army tent with their three children during their building work. It was tough going through the terrible November weather and they get huge respect from me! Nigel is managing to grin and wave in the photo in spite of the weather and all my terrible attempts at humour...


Everything takes much more effort than when you're living in a nice little suburban box. Water has to be carried in. Cooking, washing up and chopping wood are done partly by torch light and then there are the composting toilets.... you certainly don't hang around doing a crossword in these. Simon's is mostly open to the North and only partly covered by a tarpaulin to the South so it's quite an experience to use in wet and windy weather. The door blew off Nigel's and is just propped up as strength permits. You get used to them though, they are a great leveller and peel away yet another layer of suburban middle class attitude.

We just did as much as we could during the daylight, sheltering from the worst of the rain and gales. At nights we fired up the stoves and got warmed up again. I used to read stories to the younger two kids by wind-up torchlight which was good fun - the kids seem to be quite happy with their way of life, composting toilet and all. They squabble a bit like any kids but I don't remember them ever moaning about the cold, damp or mud - great kids!

Fellow volunteer Ailsa and I helped Cassie build up the stone wall. My only other experience of stone wall building was recently at Tombreck but I really got into it and we developed a way of making a strong wall with the rough stones laying around the site - "Use what you've got" - a good motto. The spikes set in the wall will help to keep the bales in place.

One morning the weather didn't look too bad so Simon and the volunteers helping him on his own house further up the hill all came down to help us to put up the timbers for the reciprocating roof. (Nice bit of cooperation and skill sharing on the go there.) These are really clever structures - each pole is resting on its neighbour, there is very little in the way of cutting or fitting to do and there is supposed to be very little outward horizontal force directed into the structure. Two hours had the first ten main beams up. They were big bits of wood to move around though and I was glad to see them all bolted together eventually.



That's me up on the roof fixing smaller branches from around the site on to the main roof poles which will take the bales, pond liner and turf forming the completed roof.

Volunteers everywhere!

The people I met at Lammas are just the most extraordinary bunch - the residents and also the VOLUNTEERS! This is Stefan who was fired up by an article about Lammas he read in the Independent. He made the excellent doors for Simon's house out of some of the roughest wood you could hope to find, all full of nails and using some very dodgy machinery - one of the most amazing bits of woodwork I have ever seen and a lot harder than making a guitar or something with beautiful wood and a well equipped workshop.

This is Jo clutching her porridge and getting ready for another session climbing all over the roof fixing up bits of wood.
Above is Ailsa washing up outside under an awning by head torch light. She helped loads with wall and was going on to Copenhagen to join the climate demonstrations there - let's hope our glorious leaders come up with something useful there.

This is Espion who has come over from Denmark and helped Simon right from the start of the building work on his roundhouse. Another great guy!
And these are three students, (left to right), Henryk, Martha and Steven who gave tremendous help for several days gathering more sticks from the woods than you could shake a stick at and working up on the roof. It was also wonderful for Nigel and Cssie's morale to have all these committed eco people helping them.

There were yet more volunteers whose photos I didn't get, one in particular (who preferred to remain anonymous) is one of the most extraordinary people I've ever met. She travels around hitching with all her stuff in a backpack from one wwoofing/volunteering site to another or joining demonstrations. She lives almost without money and is also one of the happiest I've ever met - a true eco-nomad.

That's my tent in the foreground above, and what a brilliant bit of equipment it is too surviving gales and torrential rain for two weeks. While I was at Lammas four other tents were flattened by the wind and Stefan's "Pleasure Dome" was relentlessly eaten up a panel at a time until he took to sleeping in his car.

It's quite awesome to lie beneath the flimsy membranes of a tent flapping away just above you with rain sloshing against it like dozens of hosepipes on full and to hear each fresh barrage of wind travelling across the hillside roaring through the trees as it goes. I had strange half-awake, half asleep semi-dreams of being in a boat on a stormy sea. I almost bailed out after the first couple of nights feeling it was all a bit too hard core for me but I'm really glad I stuck it out. One of the other volunteers had lived for a while in a bender on the West coast of Ireland during a long demonstration and even she found it hard core at Lammas, so I don't feel such a wimp now.

I did dream of hot baths and lager a though and it was absolute bliss to treat myself to that for a couple of nights.