Weekend Read, Listen and Dance – The Wonders of The Sea and Land


Compton Beach Isle of Wight


This wonderfully stylish online magazine suggests that Thalassotherapy – the ancient art of bathing in  seaweed, is a remedy for all kinds of ills, aches and pains, sports injuries and softens the skin in the process. Toast Travels: Bathing in Seaweed has inspired me to harvest some of our local bounty, dry it and give it a try – before and after pictures to follow……

My daily work involves contact with many ground level food producers, farmers who farm well, produce a quality product in an ecologically sustainable and welfare friendly system. I’m constantly appalled by how little we English value our food and how negative our food culture. It’s a huge up hill battle to change these kinds of ingrained attitudes but it was heartening to discover the excellent Campaign For Real Farming website.

“We need a true food culture – people who truly appreciate what good food is, and are prepared to seek it out.”


Finally something to dance to….. Johnny Flynn is one of my favourite artists. His folk inspired very English music echoes country life in times gone by and with this mix it catapults it very much into the present day. Country Mile is the song of the moment in my house.


Weekend Read (and eat)

By living simply, I suppose I really mean promotion of things I most value together with an attempt to remove the things that distract me from them. Continue reading

Weekend Read (or watch or listen)


winter skaters




When Fenlands raced with Jack Frost by Roger Deakin, read by Robert Macfarlane. Brief, beautiful and evocative tale of skaters in the Cambridgeshire Fens. Winter fodder to be savoured blanket wrapped beside the fire.


An elegant brief essay on the beauty of being connected to environment through food and drink and the increasing tendency for disassociation in our race for convenience and speed.

The Keurig, the Chemex, and Dietary Gnosticism


Dougie and Jamie Richards of Plastic Mermaids sing a simple, pared down, melodic ballad. Recorded in the derelict space of a holiday camp long since deserted on the desolate Southern coast of the Isle of Wight, Echo Man speaks of isolation, alienation and memory.