Is this the world we want to leave our children?

I’ve just spent the day with my beautiful granddaughter Bella. “Bella” means “beautiful” in Italian. I had a dream about her a few weeks ago. In the dream I was coming down the stairs in a very crowded place. Bella was at the bottom of the stairs, a long way away, but when she spotted me, despite the crowds and the noise, she recognised me immediately and laughed and clapped her hands. It seems like the greatest of privileges to me to have a relationship of trust with a child. The greatest privilege, and the greatest responsibility too. It is … Continue reading Is this the world we want to leave our children?

A form of squatting by any other name

I’ve just come back from visiting a community farm in the Forest of Dean. What’s a “community farm” you ask? In this case it’s a squatted farm on disputed land in which the residents – mainly young people from the nearby cities – are learning the art of sustainable living. Well I say “squatted” and that gives you a particular impression of the status of the people living there The word implies people occupying property to which they are not legally entitled. And that’s true, of course. Except that if you look at the history of land, all land was … Continue reading A form of squatting by any other name