You Are What You Eat

Sprouting a few seed potatoes on the window-sill

We need to talk about our food.

First off let's remember where it all comes from. Farmers. Every edible item in the supermarket, every sweet snack in the newsagent, every guilty pleasure in the fast-food outlet, regardless of how ultra-processed it may be originates in a farm, or more likely a number of farms scattered across the globe. Farmers keep all of us alive.

It's sometimes difficult to imagine these places because we are so rarely exposed to what an industrial-scale "factory farm" looks like. They vary of course dependent on what the produce is, but most arable farms will be vast fields of a single crop tended by tractors and sprays. Then there are the meat and milk farms, producing the  flesh and secretions of animals which are increasingly being kept inside huge warehouses for their entire lives, and fish which are either farmed in underwater cages or trawled from the open seas often using massive indiscriminate nets.

A vegan chocolate truffle cake made at one of Edible Mach's recent workshops.

How are these farms managed? Why should we care? Because agriculture is creating such havoc to our living planet. Habitat destruction and pollution and chemicals causing sharp biodiversity decline. Degradation and loss of soil which has taken thousands of years to accumulate. Over-watering leading to aquifers and rivers drying up. Greenhouse gases from livestock driving climate chaos. It is our food, as much as anything, which is tearing our planet's ecosystems apart.

Secondly, what is our food doing to us? In the UK over 50% of family food purchases is “ultra-processed” (the study is based on data from 2008, but is unlikely to have improved since then). And a recent French study links ultra-processed foods to cancer. Diabetes is rocketing. The NHS is spending ludicrous amounts on dealing with the fall-out of the crap our British food system is churning out for us.


There are alternatives, and they are not necessarily expensive. They take a little knowledge and a little willpower to change our routines. As we're in the season of Lent, perhaps it's a good time to take stock of our eating habits. Here's a few ideas to try.

1. Choose organic produce where possible, or produce from local farms and growers. Join a vegbox scheme.

2. Cook from scratch rather than getting takeaways or ready meals. If you don't have much time, make a big turreen of stew and freeze portions of it.

3. Eat less (or no) meat. Once or twice a week makes it a treat. 

4. Eat more grains and pulses. Buy them in bulk to keep costs down (eg from Real Foods)

5. Teach children how to cook from fresh ingredients, at school and in our own kitchens. 

6. Eat with others if you can. Invite neighbours and friends over but not for an elaborate dinner party, just make it a simple and enjoyable meal. It might happen more often that way.

Any other suggestions?

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Might As Well Admit It

A snowy walk outside Mach

Back in times of lore (the 1980's) I was a committed subscriber to a monthly magazine called Your Sinclair. It covered, basically, ZX Spectrum computer games, a subject I had a particular fascination for at the time, and it did so with an irreverent editorial style which lives on in such rags as Private Eye (indeed one of the Your Sinclair staff writers went on to write for that illustrious paper). Issues came with a cassette taped to the front cover, bursting with playable demos of new titles and full games of a more trivial nature. I read it from cover to cover. I tracked the Top 10 game sales each month on my own handmade chart. I totally geeked out on it.

13 Feb: Sowing the first seeds of the year - broad beans.

Inside, games were reviewed and marked out of 10 but none ever got more than a 9 (“a YS Megagame!”). The ratings were also broken down by graphics, playability, value for money and addictiveness. It's that latter quality that was the most important. A game could be drawn badly, hard to play, and pricey, but if it had you coming back for more time after time, it was a surefire winner. You wanted to be addicted to a game, if you were going to fork out fifteen quid for one.

Sixteen pallets of compost arrives to be divvied up amongst local growers

Later during my software programming years at Symbian, I recall discussions of Symbian's various smartphone User Interfaces (UI's) and the absolute necessity for them to be “compelling”. The user must be compelled to keep using it, to be drawn back to the screen by the slickness of the way the controls slide across when you swipe.




Now of course we have various social media giants connecting us via our smartphones to each other on their networks. And they, surprise surprise, have made their products as compelling, or as addictive, as possible. Why wouldn't they? They want the advertising revenue. Any company would do the same. The only snag is, most companies' products are not on our person 24/7. At least with a game console you can put it down after a solid ten hours of play and head out blinking into the sunlight. Not so the smartphone. It is always there, somewhere, its bleep announcing either a vital new Facebook message or an utterly trivial “What's New” suggestion. You have to check it to find out which.

My Jimny on its last mission, bringing muck.

There's a media backlash right now, but the media will eventually tire. It's up to each one of us to regain a little control. Ash Wednesday is tomorrow, the start of the forty days of Lent, which some people mark by changing some aspect of their lives. I offer the suggestion of visiting your notification settings on your phone and switching your social media to OFF.

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We're All Going On A Winter Holiday

A long trench to electrify Pilsdon's fancy new greenhouse

This winter is the first winter since 2011 that I have not lived at the Pilsdon Community. Normally come mid-November I've packed up everything here in Wales and shifted my life south 200 miles. I have had two homes, two lives. A summer Swan and a winter Swan. Not till February would I pack up again and drive back up over the Severn bridge to resume my Welsh life.

I began doing this not only to avoid spending winters alone in a miniscule caravan, but also to keep my connection with Pilsdon. It is an antidote to everything depressing about modern life. A place where people live and work together, eating the produce they have grown, caring for the livestock, bearing with one another's quirks, helping each other through crises. People who have previously known only urban sprawl are immersed in the peace and birdsong of rural Dorset. 

It's been doing this for nearly 60 years. I've recently met someone there who was just back after a 30-year gap and asserted it was still very much the same as it was way back then.

Kale, sprouts and purple-sprouting broccoli are still producing in Pilsdon's garden

Now my centre of gravity has swung towards Wales. My better half has a permanent job here so we can't go both head down to Pilsdon for months at a time. The winter of 2016 I left her here and spent ten weeks at Pilsdon, this time round I've stayed put (and proposed). I am a full time resident of Wales.

We both wanted to return to Pilsdon though, at least for a week, and so last week we did just that. It was bendigedig (Welsh for 'wonderful'). We were put to work of course. I chainsawed through the remains of some logs. Anna joined a work gang creating a trench maybe 30 metres long from the Annexe to the new greenhouse at the end of the veg garden, laying an electric cable down it as they went. I drove the minibus on the Wednesday afternoon shopping trip. We both made meals (our home-made pizza went down very well). 

And we found time to make some wedding arrangements at the church there, the date for which is now not very far away. April 7th here we come!

Winter veg in my own polytunnel, a month or so ago before it all got eaten by something overnight.