The next step....

The midst of Autumn surrounds yet the temperature is still to fall. I have been firing up the wood burner every night, only to sit in a sweat before opening the windows in order to cool down again! In the garden the raised beds have had to take a back seat now that the clocks have gone back, and it's dark when I return home from work, though hopefully I'll be out again in the garden this weekend.

Being a new father has also had an impact on my time organisation. Gone now are the plentiful hours where I was free to do whatever I chose. Being responsible for a four-week-old means that time has become a precious commodity and I have to steal any spare minutes and put them to use. The loss of daylight has also had an impact on my plans; now I have to work in the kitchen, cutting wood while trying to maintain a clean environment. One of these projects has been the building of a shaving horse. This is a three legged plank which one sits atop to use a foot operated lever to grip timber. This timber can then be shaved with a drawknife, or a spokeshave into whatever object is desired.

(This isn't actually my shave-horse, but once it's finished I'll upload my own attempt)

The wood I'm using to build the horse is all reclaimed timber, of which I have been fortunate recently to have acquired a large amount, which will be put to good use for the pole lathe, shave horse, and maybe even a shed should there be sufficient wood left over.

My desire to make and create is linked to a yearning for a simpler way of life. I believe many people now are becoming increasingly stressed and suffering mental health issues due to our lives being overly complicated. Every day our senses are being constantly bombarded by advertising, information, warnings, advice, noise, sound, bleeps, sirens, telephones, announcements, and people trying, like sirens, to tempt us from the path and play poker, claim money for negligence, sign for a credit card, change our energy suppler, eat less, look good, spend more, spend less and, ironically, to relax.

Working outdoors with the smells of the Earth, far from the madding crowd, using your two hands to fashion something something from the woods growing around you; wouldn't that be something? So, to this end my plan is to reach the goal of working part time at home, doing a bit of wood working, metal fabricating and other plans I have in the pipeline to make a living. This too would mean I have to spend less time working and more time at home with my family.

On a final note, hopefully I'll have some more images by the end of the weekend to post of the garden now that our lawn has appeared from no-where!

Until then...

A day in the garden

Taking advantage of a work free day I was out this morning clearing space for the raised beds I intend to use to start some food cultivation. Being fortunate enough to be surrounded by trees, it's easy to forget sometimes that we are on a large estate and not in the middle of the countryside.

With most people out at work the only sound was the wind blowing the autumnally dry leaves off the trees, and in the warm morning sun I set to work clearing the ground for the planters. I was fortunate to have been given the remnants of my father's old pine kitchen ceiling, which provided a good material for the sides of the planters. All the other wood came from offcuts and pieces spared from the wood burner.

The image shows the topsoil I have accumulated ready to fil the planters. Being underneath overhanging trees, there is a layer of rich, crumbly soil which is easy to work and should be full of nutrients.

The first step once the ground was clear was to hammer in the corner pegs, which I cut the bases to a point to make driving easier.

As you can see, I treated them beforehand in an attempt to preserve the wood, although I was reluctant to treat the main timbers for fear of contaminating the soil and eventually the food.

Once these were in the sides were screwed on and some soil thrown in to create....

...a finished planter. Not bad, but my time was slowed down by working in a restricted space and having to move rocks and stones to work in. Now I only have to build two more!

The next stage will be to get a load of old tyres to plant the potatoes in. I used to work as a gardener for a famous architect on his country estate of 200 acres. One of the tasks I enjoyed most was the produce growing which kept me and the head gardener in food year round. The architect on the other hand didn't know one end of a spud from the other and would only use the food garden as an interesting stop on his tour of the estate.

Our garden is much less grand however, and measures just 20m x 6m (about 70 ft x 20 ft). Here you can see Tower the cat contemplating the jungle that existed before...

.... the blank canvas I have created by clearing the weeds over the last few weeks. What slowed me down particularly was the previous owners decision to concrete half the garden meaning that I had to remove over five tonnes of concrete and brick before hitting soil.

In the photo you can just make out the woods behind the house which should be a useful source of ash trees for my next project. Watch this space.

Having read a few other blogs of a similar theme lately I have decided to make this blog one of positivity, and as such a whinge-free zone. That doesn't mean I'll avoid being opinionated and passionate; quite the opposite, but rather I intend to focus on the opportunity and not the challenge.

Out in the wider world, I happened to drive past the Ratcliffe power station this weekend, where protesters were attempting to enter the site and shut down the unit, which is claimed to be the most polluting coal fired station in the UK. My admiration for their effort in taking direct action is immense, however I fear they will find themselves, as so many other protesters, facing anti terrorism laws, bent to suit the needs of whichever 'enemy' is at the gate.

Until the next time...

Day one... mission statement

About me: My name is Richard Day and my life has just been turned upside-down.

No single event is behind this, but rather it’s the culmination of several events which have amassed to force me to re-evaluate the life I am living and the life I would like to live.

Two weeks ago my son, Miles, was born. My wife Julia and I are ecstatic and after the initial shock and readjustment we are starting to consider how we are going to bring up our child (and most probably, children).

The second event to throw me into disarray was a film I was fortunate enough to be invited to view yesterday. The Age of Stupid, with Pete Postlethwaite, seemed to come out of no-where and hit me between the eyes. The current trend for all things fore-tellingly apocalyptic and doom laden can tend to provoke a general feeling of helplessness and ineffectiveness against such massive odds, but the individual stories of struggle and hope encapsulated in the film have spurred me into action.

Lastly, turning thirty-four a week ago today made me realise that to achieve the life I want has to start with positive steps in that direction (my apologies if all this sounds like vacuous psychobabble, however I hope to get to the point soon enough).

Briefly, we live in an ex council house on a council estate in Leicester. For the last five years my wife and I have lived in the sunny south of Spain, where we were generally unhappy and desperate to leave. Now we have been back a year and have started to live.

You can never wait to start living.

We found ourselves in an ex council house as we had limited funds and no recent UK work history to verify our good nature. Being in a recession meant Mr Halifax and Mr Barclays were keeping a much tighter grip on the purse strings. However, a loan of £60,000 was agreed and four months ago we moved in.

Okay, I’ll come to the point: this blog is my decision to chart my way through the paradigm I feel that is starting to take hold. I aim to describe, reflect and chart my path through un-chartered territory. Is it possible to live energy (and nutritionally?) free, from the confines of a normal family home? There are plenty of people out there with allotments and small-holdings doing just this, but can we do it with just our 20m x 6m garden? So far I have been fairly successful with the energy situation, being able to heat the house from scavenged firewood and timber from the woods behind our home, but can we do that with food as well? I hope to include advice and open dialogue on the way that we can achieve this in the hope of inspiring others in similar situations to do the same.

In The Age of Stupid, Pete Postlethwaite asks, “why didn't we stop climate change while we had the chance?” I aim to do what I can, not least for Miles, aged two weeks and three days.