The rumours go that Scotland is home to a whole bunch of Gods.
Being the very homestead of the deities is one reason for the stonking badge it’s been given of ‘God’s Country.’ The other reason is one you will only make sense of once you have wound your way in to the highlands for yourself.
There’s a magic in those mountains- a magic that would bamboozle even Bilbo, Frodo and co.
(And their ain’t no higher praise than the hobbit seal of approval).
“The biggest mistake people make with worms is that they fuss far too much.”
Eva knows her stuff. Especially her worm stuff. She’s not called the worm whisperer for nothing.
At the back of Eva’s store Earthmother, just behind the lush local fruit and veg, sit some tubs filled with worms working away making some of the maddest fertiliser you can get your green fingers on.
It’s the stars that took the biscuit.
The stars and eating the most flavourful tagines that had been cooked under the sand for hours. It was washing with water from deep wells after days spent under an unrelenting sun and travelling with Berbers on camels across a landscape that looked indiscriminate to my eye yet they read like their palm. It was running down dunes and feeling like you were wearing space boots. It was waking up and going to sleep according to the sun.
(and those stars).
Well thank God for that.
The second installment of Greenhouse Diaries after the arduous build would have been a pretty slim report on empty terracotta pots and glum growers HAD our seeds not done such a ruddy good job.
To be fair, dad has been giving them daily tips on how to germinate and the like. I’m pretty sure it was the ‘well done lads, you are doing great but don’t go resting on your laurels’ [again with a pointed finger] that coaxed the seeds to shoots.
There are a series of poly tunnels that sit brimming with good stuff on the edge of the community of Amaoti in Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa. Amaoti is characterised in part by poverty and all the different traps that that relates to; unemployment, poor housing, low sanitation and malnutrition (among other things).
But boy is there community here and jees is there good stuff coming out of a space that faces huge challenges. I met some of the folk who are part of a movement implicating change here as part of the Domino Foundation team. They grow goodness in the ground that contributes to a goodness on the ground as huge numbers of orphans are fed daily from food made up of this freshly grown veg.
Here’s Bheki, one of the team, telling his tale…