Category Archives: Environment

Wood chip woes

Three degrees centigrade when we arrived this morning. It’s now past 11 am as I write this and it’s still only four degrees so it looks like winter might have started. Despite all the newspaper reports this shouldn’t be a surprise, as we often have our worst weather in February or March.

The heat exchangers on the front of the building have been working hard and are covered in ice.

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Meanwhile it’s 20 degrees inside, as long as people keep the door closed. Unfortunately, shutting doors seems to be a bit of a lost art.

Meanwhile the biomass boiler has been giving problems because we have used a new source of wood. First of all it needed recalibrating to deal with willow, and now the ash removal mechanism keeps clogging. When you have four homes relying on the system this isn’t good. Though we all know biomass is one of the ways forward, it’s easy to see why people stick to the more traditional methods of heating.

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Curry and turnips

Yesterday we had curry and flat breads prepared by the bread group. It has become something of a tradition over the last few years and just gets better and better.

I won’t say much more, just let the photos speak for themselves.

 

For dessert we had mince pies (we still have a few in the freezer!) and the chocolates we forgot to give the volunteers on Saturday. That all worked out quite well as I was able to eat more than I would have done if I’d given them out on the right day.

Big thanks to the Bread Group for all their help on Saturday, and Open Farm Sunday and for the lunch.

A group of them (eleven, I believe), is travelling to India in the New Year to research Indian cuisine, Indian culture and, in all probability, Indian plumbing. Good luck everyone.

I blame the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel myself, and the rest of us are holding  a sweepstake to see how many don’t come back.

Today we hosted an event for the Campaign for the Farmed Environment. WE had the frozen red cabbage left over from last week (which just gets better when frozen), stir fried kale from the allotment, potatoes (ditto) and carrots (from TESCO). If you’ve ever seen pictures of our carrots you’ll know why I can’t serve them.

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The caterpillar survived to find a new home in the compost bin, despite the ominous knife in the picture. Sorry all the pictures seem to feature lunch – but that was the only time I had hands free for the camera.

I’m told the talk featured quite a lot on turnips, if I’d known that I could have cooked something more appropriate – perhaps next time…

 

Storm Clodagh comes to call

So Storm Clodagh came and, according to the news, will continue today.

Yesterday it showed as an hour of high winds and a a twenty minute belt of rain, so no great problem, even though I did get caught in the middle of the rain without a coat. Today it looks like it may miss us completely.

However, it did manage to pop the rails on the polytunnel again. They are a mixed blessing – simpler and easier than digging a trench and burying the edges of the plastic, and giving us the ability to adjust the tension on the plastic (which we did a couple of times in the first year) – but they have popped off a few times and left the plastic flapping.

There has been some damage in other areas of the country, but I used to live in the Cambridgeshire Fens, which is quite a windy place and I remember high winds that made telegraph poles bend. We just used to nail stuff down firmly and nobody, as far as I’m aware, felt the need to name the weather.

I’ve just been looking up how they name storms, particularly as I wasn’t sure that 70 mph was really a high wind by world standards. It was more complicated than I had thought – with six different bodies classifying and naming weather systems depending on where they originate. However, they do classify winds a lot slower than 70 mph.

The record for the highest wind speed on land (235 mph during Typhoon Paka on Guam in 1997) can’t be confirmed because it was so fast it broke the anemometer. Personally I think that breaking the anemometer was good enough as confirmation.

I also learnt that storm names, like American sport shirt numbers, can be retired.

That’s something I’ll bear in mind next time I’m caught by the rain in a supermarket car park.

 

 

What Warren Buffett taught me

According to this article you should keep on learning, and according to Warren Buffett you should do this by reading 500 pages a day.

I’m not sure I could read 500 pages a day if I was having to concentrate on it but I do, on a lower level, always try to learn something new every day. I was listening to Radio 4 today (I listen to the radio more now it doesn’t sound like it’s being transmitted by a deep fat fryer) and found out from an interview with Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall that up to 40% of the food we produce is thrown away.

The blame falls mainly on the supermarkets for imposing standards that don’t matter – for instance, do you care if your parsnip is 70 or 75 mm in width, straight or slightly bent? I don’t, but it appears that supermarkets are imposing these standards on my behalf. (Nice to see him advocating the use of leftovers for soup, I now feel better about my laissez-faire attitude to soup making).

I have also learn,t by reading silverbells’ blog, that you can use an apple to ripen green tomatoes and that you don’t get the same fly and decay problems you do with a banana.

That’s all for now – there will be photos later in the day as I try to get back into the swing of things with a discussion on rhubarb and a discussion of meetings (yes, I’ve been in more meetings this week – two already and a third arranged for tomorrow. At least, with a bit of careful camouflage, I was able to catch up on some sleep. Until Julia made me blackboard monitor, then I had to stay awake.

How to make a difference

I’m in reflective mood today, so here’s some ideas on how to make a difference to the situation we find ourselves in regarding wrecking the planet.

Sorry if this sounds a bit political, but it strikes me there’s a lot of small things we could do that won’t affect our lives much but might just help to save the planet. Or at least make it last until it doesn’t concern me – about 30 years should do.

Eat less meat – unless you’re a vegetarian, because that won’t be possible. If you cut your meat eating by 50% you will save approximately one tonne of CO2 per year. You will probably live longer and be a little bit better off too. Pescatarians are only 2.5% more expensive (in carbon terms) than vegetarians (though I always consider them morally suspect, to be honest, particularly the ones who claim to be “vegetarian but I eat fish” – that’s not vegetarian at all). Vegan diets produce 25% less carbon than vegetarian diets.)

Go on holiday at home. A return flight between New York and London produces about a tonne of CO2. That means I’m giving up bacon sandwiches so you can have a holiday abroad? I don’t think so. Stop it!

Build a wildlife pond (even a small one) – that’s my new enthusiasm this week.

Don’t drive as far, and buy a more efficient car. We’re not all going to take to bikes anytime soon, not with my knees anyway, and the buses aren’t that good round my way so, being realistic, I need a car. It’s not too big, I don’t generally drive above 60, even on a motorway, and try to be economical in the way I drive as it saves money anyway.

Do something else (lists really need 3 or 5 or 10 items I always feel).. It just needs to be a small thing, or a few small things. I recently stopped having drinking straws when eating in fast food places. That will save about 750 straws over the course of my life. It isn’t much, but it’s now got me thinking about reducing other plastic, and about the number of times i eat fast food (remembering I sometimes have tea, not soft drinks).

That’s the depressing thing – I can actually find a lot of small changes to make and I’m only just starting to make them. I am, to be honest, a little bit ashamed of myself.

We Built a Pond

It’s only a small pond – just a washing up bowl sunk into the corner of a raised bed.

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The plant in the corner is Water Mint. Most of the rest is gravel or bricks, which form steps to get out if anything falls in.

I think I’ve told you all this, but as you can see from the main picture we had our first dragonfly, a Southern Hawker. Not sure if it’s a coincidence or if the “pond” really worked.

Get details here.

Gone with the Wind

It’s been a fairly normal day workwise – moving sheep (selecting a few for market) and collecting eggs. I had set myself a target of a couple of hours weeding, though so far this is still a plan. There’s a lot to do at the moment removing old borage, foxgloves and forget-me-nots. We’re also cutting down dead poppies and drying them for flower arranging later in the year. Then of course there are thistles…

The wind we’re having is good for blowing thistledown around and I’ve had several lots blow past my face as I’ve walked round this morning. I have a plan for them which involves my flame gun, though I’m having to keep it from Julia after what happened in our own garden at the weekend. It involved dry grass, plastic plant pots and a certain amount of swearing (mainly directed at me by my good lady). She’s having to rethink the dried grass part of the flower arrangement she was planning and I’ve had to promise to be careful with the flame gun.

The group has been out on the field taking environmental readings for the Woodland Trust between the rows of apple trees in the agroforestry field this afternoon – temperature and wind. It’s been a good day for measuring wind as there hasn’t been a shortage. (You can tell that from the way the butterflies have been having to cling on to the flowers).

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Talking of butterflies, we’ve had a Brimstone on the allotment today, though I wasn’t able to get a good picture. I took this one over the fence, then walked round to the gate, by which time it was on a sunflower. Those pictures weren’t too good as the wind rose at that point and it was difficult to compose and focus. Even if I’d managed it I’d merely have taken a picture of a butterfly desperately hanging on to a sunflower. It eventually relinquished its grasp and disappeared into the fields at high speed.

It was good to see as it was the last species from last year that we hadn’t seen this year.

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One of this year’s new species – Common Blue – turned up just as we were walking up the ramp to the centre – pausing to feed on the mint. She posed, with wings half open to show the brown inner colour, and flew off as soon as I raised the camera. That’s how it goes.

As if in consolation the buddleia in the back bed produced a magnificent show – two Peacocks, a Small Tortoiseshell, a Painted Lady, a Comma and a couple of Small Whites, though the two whites acted more like a tag team, one settling for a moment before being replaced by the other.

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The cupboard is bare!

A few months ago, I decided to go meatless one day a week. It was mainly because I don’t see meat as a good use of world resources and I felt that it didn’t involve much sacrifice but could make a difference.

Let’s be clear – I like meat and I have no plans to give it up. I’m also way past the point where I’m going to be able to repair the damage I’ve done to my body in the last half century, despite what those inspirational films may say.

It was surprisingly difficult to go meatless all day – whether it was the temptation of bacon sandwiches in the morning, the lure of pre-packed ham sandwiches or the shortcut of meat-based ready meals for tea. This was made more difficult by not wanting to tell people I was going meatless. I have coped with the process of becoming a non-drinker and non-smoker over the years, but becoming slightly vegetarian was a step too far.

I’m an omnivore who choses not to eat meat on Mondays. Just like I’m a smoker who has decided not to have a cigarette today (as I have done every day for the past 15 years).

I didn’t actually intend to join the Meatless Monday thing but it crept up on me. After going on their website I’m beginning to regret it. I’ll happily cut out meat one day a week, but maybe not Mondays. I just don’t like being part of a movement, particularly one that has a jazzy, happy website and a recipe for Cauliflower and Chickpea Curry. I’m not saying these things are bad. They just aren’t for me.

I’m actually more concerned about Earth Overshoot Day, the day we manage to consume a year of resources. It’s today. We have used up a year of resources in seven and a half months. Now, I have no idea how you calculate this and don’t altogether believe the calculation is possible, but for a moment let’s assume it is. It doesn’t matter whether it is or isn’t, what matters is that it’s come six days earlier than it did last year and months earlier than in 2000 when it arrived in October. IN 1961 it didn’t come at all – we only used 75% of a year’s resources.

I’m not overly worried for myself – I’ll be old fairly soon, my appetite will decline and a bit of global warming will help eke out my Winter Fuel Payment. I’m actually worried about what we’re doing to the world we pass on to our kids.

I can’t see that we will cut back on consumption and, having been promised much by scientists in the 1960s, I can’t see us farming under the sea or on the moon.

I have a suggestion, and I know it isn’t going to be a popular suggestion, but by 2100, when the planet is groaning under the burden of 13.3 billion people (compared to today’s 7.3 billion) you may thank me for daring to suggest it.

We are going to have to start eating people.

If we start with the vegetarians it will also free up supplies of cauliflowers and chick peas.

Grey day, with a speck of gold

It’s been overcast most of the day. When it hasn’t been overcast it’s been raining. As a result there’s been a distinct lack of butterflies, though some of the other pollinators have been doing their best. The bumble bees and hover flies have been out in force despite the lack of sun. This bee, for instance, has not only been working hard but demonstrates why bumble bees make better pollinators. I’ve just edited the post to make the photo bigger – hopefully the pollen grains are now visible – there’s a lot of pollen on that bee!

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Bumble bee and pollen

The only butterfly/moth type of thing II saw were two refugees in the toilets. I suspect they had found their way in last night and had nothing better to do. One is an indistinct grey-brown that I’m still in the process of identifying, the other is pictured here.

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Ruby Tiger Moth

It seems that the name Ruby Tiger Moth is more applicable to southern specimens, as they are much redder in the south, getting duller in colour  as you get further north.

There seems to be some sort of moral there, which probably depends on which end of the country you live at. The moral I draw is  that you can find wildlife in the strangest places, and that I should wash the toilet floor more often.

There’s more information under the Resources tab on the Butterflies and Moths page.

Now I just need to ID the other one!

Second post of the day

Sorry if it seems like I’m running a bus company, no blogs for a while then two come along at the same time…

It was quite a good week last week and it mostly got steamrollered by Open Farm Sunday and the scarecrows.

We saw a red kite over Screveton for the first time in the four years we’ve been here. It was a great view too, with a really good silhouette against a beautiful blue sky (and who had left his camera in the back of the car? Yes, me.)

We had chocolate slab cake after one of the mothers made cakes for a volunteer event that was cancelled. Sadness at the cancellation was, I’m sorry to say, short-lived when I looked into the tin.

I know I lead a dull and boring life, but they are surely highlights even in the life of an exciting celebrity. Did Demi Moore see a red kite? Did anyone give Barack Obama a chocolate slab cake? Does my choice of celebrity mark me as being out of step with the modern world?

Anyway, far from the lifestyle of the rich and famous, we also had around 325 children in the activity tent over the course of Open Farm Sunday.

I was quite pleased with that – 325 kids who now know a bit more about food, farming and the environment., though I know it’s a drop in the ocean when you look at surveys like this that tell us 40% of people don’t know we grow oats in this country (I selected that one because of the next paragraph, but some of the other findings are equally worrying).

Then I started thinking about future events – it will be World  Porridge Day in  October and part of that is about Mary’s Meals – we’ve supported them in the past and they’ve just fed a million kids. A million! I’m now slightly less impressed with our 325.

However, we have another 30 coming in tomorrow (leaving me just 999, 645 of the million) and we’re doing insects and habitats with them. This calls for less blogging and more reading as I’m hopeless with insect ID.

Watch this space…