Saturday, March 24, 2007

Green is good


After I wrote my homage to the aga… it broke. After I relished in the delights of early spring… it snowed. So it is with some trepidation I write this. Could the obvious power of my blog could trigger some worldwide natural disaster?

One of the most noticeable changes we have undergone, is that we are now living in a country that signed up to the Kyoto Agreement. And as such, is now it the grips of nationwide carbon footprint hysteria. Our weekend paper includes green and ethical sections, columns, and it overrides almost every relevant article (OK, yes, we are reading the Guardian, flagpost of the left-leaning middle class world).

But it has also pervaded fashion, consumerism and even – gasp – politics, to the extent that the conservative party proposed a tax on airmiles recently – the more you fly, the more nasty carbon dioxide you are responsible for, and therefore the more you pay.

In the retail world, not only has Bono’s wife launched her own range of ethically produced garments, but M&S stock organic cotton undies and Top Shop has embraced the fashion ethics fervour with it’s own organic fair trade range of tees. This is the same Top Shop that I used to negotiate down to lowest penny for, with more thought to the bonuses offered for the highest margin products than to the sweatshop conditions in the Far East?

We have been a little half-hearted in joining in with this ethical cleansing. Yes, I drag my recycling down to the local depot twice a week (no pick up in our village), I buy fair-trade bananas and coffee, and we have a few energy efficient lightbulbs. But we have not installed our own DIY wind turbine (available at Homebase), we run two cars that are not hybrids or even diesel, and we would rather fly to France than endure 8 hours car/train journey with two small children. And I understand that my personal carbon emissions from the Sydney-Heathrow flight was greater than the average African will contribute in his entire lifetime.

Perhaps I should subscribe to one of the many websites that enable me to “buy back” these emissions in the form of paying for tree planting or wind turbines. It seems a little ironic that most well-off people, rather than radically altering their lifestyle, would prefer to “pay” for their environmental damage, in order to reduce their carbon footprint to zero. I guess it is better than nothing.

And yes, I did finally get around to seeing An Inconvenient Truth last night on DVD. A compelling argument… with a bit of luck John Howard will have finally cottoned on to the fact that most of the rest of the developed world has reached an environmental tipping point, and public debate in Australia will be about more than just water.

The major difference, really, is that nearly every consumer transaction here has an ethical or green option. In the same way that UK supermarkets embraced organic fruit and vegetables so early on, the size of the market here can sustain that degree of choice.

I’d be interested to know if, in our absence, Australia is going through much the same shift in public conscience. Let me know! Maybe I should stock up on wind turbines while we are here…

PS You will be relived to know the Aga has been fixed – our landlady’s dad came over and worked his special voodoo on it! Of course, an oil-burning oven that runs 24/7 is not especially envirnomentally friendly... maybe I had better go turn it off again.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Spring Emerges...


Aaah, spring in the countryside... the smell of fresh fertiliser, swerving to avoid the latest roadkill (bunny, fox or squirrel?) and the sight of Jason looking for his sunglasses, last seen in Sydney over three months ago...

The heartlifting joy of the sight of a cluster of daffodils, purple crocuses or cherry blossom trees, can only be truly appreciated after a long bleak winter. We have enjoyed many sunny, blue sky days lately - admittedly cold still, but almost warm enough in the sunshine to make us carefree and coat-less (sometimes).
And of course the sight of all the new summer fashion in stores has me counting down the days until I can bare my legs in a swishy skirt or new sandals. Although I suspect I will still be getting a lot of wear out of my six new pairs of boots (oops... but they were all on sale...)

We are missing our sheep at Yew Tree Cottage. They have been moved to another field, to be readied for market. I feel rather sad for them - they kept us company, on the other side of the conservatory glass, through the winter. The farmer has told us that he will be bring some new sheep into "our" field soon - and we are to let him know if we notice any lambs suddenly being born. Apparently the mother sheep are just left to get on with it, so I will be watching closely for any telltale signs of labour (and no doubt feeling a great deal of empathy for them).

Dylan is just as excited by all the small signs of spring - leaves budding on hedges, bunny rabbits bounding through the fields and birds chirping happily as we drive to school. He probably thinks that we will wake up one morning and it will be hot enough to head straight for the beach - sadly, this is highly unlikely in Derbyshire. In any case, it is certainly good to have longer days - we are finally getting up in daylight (sunrise is now at 6am) and enjoying longer playtimes in the garden after school.

He has made a lot of friends now at school, and we have been busy with a hectic schedule of birthday parties and playdates. He has certainly acclimatised, and thinks nothing of running out into the garden in a cold late afternoon drizzle to practice with his new tennis racket. As long as he has his "wellies" on!

Sam is growing up quickly now, and uses a new word almost every day. His latest is "hello", in a rather English accent, when he greets me first thing in the morning. I can't believe he will be two in just a few months. He and Dylan are playing together now, although not without the occasional tears and fights. Their favourite time of day is the naked wrestling on the bed after bathtime, where they put on a "show" of boy-style dancing and gymnastics, and Sam desperately tries to copy all Dylan's slick moves.

I am off to the doctors now with them- Sam just needs a health nurse check up, but Dylan has insisted he is also sick. "I have been sick in my tummy ever since we arrived in England, mummy. I think it is called home-sick."