Off-grid paradise, outside the supply system.Sigue leyendo
Quite an uneventful critical mass, last Friday 27th of March 2013, from where I was riding – apart from a fire emergency situation that gave police a justified reason to divert the ride.
There is big one-way system in Tottenham Hale, one of those with various lanes that make drivers believe that it is ok to speed like mad. It is served with a network of traffic lights; the kind where you need to press four or five buttons and wait for the corresponding green lights, taking up to twenty minutes to walk a few yards. Sigue leyendo
I was mainly busy being a witness of my printer being opened up to its deepest entrails and then closed up again – twice -, but here are some pictures of the event: Sigue leyendo
Montes castellanos. Entre ellos, el río. Crecieron los montes, o se hundió el cauce?
I am writing this report about the hours I spent in La Ilera, just about thirty. I arrived by car in a spring afternoon to what, at that time, only looked like an open field with a fence in the middle and some planted sticks.
I learned very early on that the sticks were actually trees that M. was planting as a beginning of her forest garden project design, which was completely strange and new to me even though I had already heard something about permaculture.