Building Materials That Heal the Planet Instead of Harming It
The day I truly understood concrete’s climate impact, I was standing in a vast cement factory in the Midlands with safety goggles fogging up from the heat. The plant manager,…
The day I truly understood concrete’s climate impact, I was standing in a vast cement factory in the Midlands with safety goggles fogging up from the heat. The plant manager,…
I first thought about the environmental impact of death while standing in a conventional cemetery five years ago, watching as my aunt’s casket—a gleaming hardwood box with brass fittings that…
I had a proper meltdown in a department store changing room last summer. Not my finest moment, I’ll admit. There I was, half-dressed, suddenly frozen with a pair of jeans…
It’s funny, the things you notice when you’ve been away. I’d spent three weeks in rural Wales helping a friend set up a small regenerative farm, living in a stone…
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 first time I tried virtual reality, I screamed and accidentally slapped my friend Jun in the face. In my defense, the program was some horror game that he thought…
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 first time I truly understood concrete’s climate impact, I was crouched inside a half-finished building in Morocco, my hand pressed against a wall that wasn’t made of concrete at…
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’ll never forget the first time I managed to cook an entire meal using nothing but sunshine. It was during a sweltering July heatwave about six years ago, the kind…
My first attempt at solar cooking was a complete disaster. I’d cobbled together what I thought was a perfectly serviceable solar oven using an old cardboard box, some aluminum foil,…
I remember the first time I truly saw stars. Not the sad handful visible from Bristol or London, but the overwhelming, humbling blanket of them. I was nineteen, on a…
I once owned five corkscrews. FIVE. I discovered this embarrassing fact during a massive decluttering session sparked by a leaky roof and subsequent emergency emptying of my kitchen cupboards. There…