tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74625579395602272142024-03-12T17:40:07.307-07:00CLIMATE RUSH ON THE RUNCLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-76265077467736839022009-09-27T09:10:00.001-07:002009-09-27T10:21:22.535-07:00the visuals - travelling from Bristol to Exeter...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaboCjA8nY1RyWJy7bCbHn3NaoXZb3mj13sSNfQoJpAKHhHxBuwKxmfvlSXtirmcpVS70GavNViWcuTcpRyR0Dz_8smX_6E-Mt92ahGZG79984LwlSQtsUqLomu-SF5XxkipcDs5xs_Mfw/s1600-h/SDC10900.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaboCjA8nY1RyWJy7bCbHn3NaoXZb3mj13sSNfQoJpAKHhHxBuwKxmfvlSXtirmcpVS70GavNViWcuTcpRyR0Dz_8smX_6E-Mt92ahGZG79984LwlSQtsUqLomu-SF5XxkipcDs5xs_Mfw/s400/SDC10900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386194100603870658" /></a> Jackie and I pop in to the Pickwick's Tea Shop for a spot of afternoon tea, no soya here but yummy tea and scones. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJvxWw_-p7lE_Z-N4ge8EtQPd11YdvQ5H2f62ANRbJ7zrp87NilRDN7d9ydPVwtdYNqTsKCww6qgqvW4Io1b2zYMOx2ribpNiphS1jv2Oiqr63KkNGGYKBoBv4mGrgfj-P2udXqUpESkr/s1600-h/SDC10886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJvxWw_-p7lE_Z-N4ge8EtQPd11YdvQ5H2f62ANRbJ7zrp87NilRDN7d9ydPVwtdYNqTsKCww6qgqvW4Io1b2zYMOx2ribpNiphS1jv2Oiqr63KkNGGYKBoBv4mGrgfj-P2udXqUpESkr/s400/SDC10886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386194092524815506" /></a> funny little Cullompton - check out the earlier blog for details.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLw6QHQ-fdKEVxWQmc0fcyv6LumEKv8-fV_8vN2-Gcz6m90_bnBgWKGuCcTYnY1kjJGaIWjP0EYmEV8i5dkpL5UmmWOrVf2OOa_DK1Mq3zB1CDT5ASJxW-eVLvRIAgaAuwOReXJdJLPTz/s1600-h/SDC10881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLw6QHQ-fdKEVxWQmc0fcyv6LumEKv8-fV_8vN2-Gcz6m90_bnBgWKGuCcTYnY1kjJGaIWjP0EYmEV8i5dkpL5UmmWOrVf2OOa_DK1Mq3zB1CDT5ASJxW-eVLvRIAgaAuwOReXJdJLPTz/s400/SDC10881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193194043257074" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6dGhll2q9HbFqP4O16IHABeAaibxKrG4lSrpDVdUiqW3f13Pyv2c-dSa0Wd-z3HK77QNeKLyvu4JjpW6LCvZRjL8wCpoJXY_WDykemXrfD2snUGyoRuebTTWkrZcz1mYErpE2gNucebVl/s1600-h/SDC10877.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmMSqn3Usok6TqRbU7aiSvaG4uzAurdw05ZVsiu4Vf33I1Z2X-OGmhUGaGZjJM9Zc60IbvtdL3kksXgF4pTALD3NRATirq8mMmkrO0zGpUr4i9SrsiCD_aWcCwfK9xMO5eez2fAAChxUO/s400/SDC10789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386186284293311426" /></a> heading through Bristol, whilst climate rush graff it up and clog up town on bikes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjapDoF7fJE7fPipAdDwgR9aXtSxXq5Vr3mw4CuOHxdUNfdDabqMm-nupm_CxmDp4CPOH7RCkGrfE1L2gOjlzGhf0hKA5l8W2sZ3rBC_qzfhbai-TNVE8y5l7Q17QUHeE0jK7M1TdimLlwp/s1600-h/SDC10761.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjapDoF7fJE7fPipAdDwgR9aXtSxXq5Vr3mw4CuOHxdUNfdDabqMm-nupm_CxmDp4CPOH7RCkGrfE1L2gOjlzGhf0hKA5l8W2sZ3rBC_qzfhbai-TNVE8y5l7Q17QUHeE0jK7M1TdimLlwp/s400/SDC10761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386186278515396978" /></a> sun setting on the industrial estates outside Bristol.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqih_2w6YXLQSLQ0a-liwxA35QIMKygX62O6SaO_XxN0VnCXczfS_M_eCK7PBQfbvnNgYT2S4MHu8pucCVYGyQ0NUaWq917W7mn7LiBbxHR9pFvipfA3KDTxNFEo2b9q5Trr-3eaOIMZo/s1600-h/SDC10769.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqih_2w6YXLQSLQ0a-liwxA35QIMKygX62O6SaO_XxN0VnCXczfS_M_eCK7PBQfbvnNgYT2S4MHu8pucCVYGyQ0NUaWq917W7mn7LiBbxHR9pFvipfA3KDTxNFEo2b9q5Trr-3eaOIMZo/s320/SDC10769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386183666912919762" /></a>our campsite, just outside Bristol, was visited by Irish gypsies - cute cute kid who totally refused to smile.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2gtR8mYGxGqZ3Z2l_o5sgUfgBxYtMhZb8f3vb1ruBELbzoAfF_PMFbJVOFEMUDN46HlPT7Yp0azNGQDPqZX5pcMsPJY2-DBNWQvo-agbefBhOfjqzMbGNWkJXjtrqIPmwsnbb6ScG5M3/s1600-h/SDC10771.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2gtR8mYGxGqZ3Z2l_o5sgUfgBxYtMhZb8f3vb1ruBELbzoAfF_PMFbJVOFEMUDN46HlPT7Yp0azNGQDPqZX5pcMsPJY2-DBNWQvo-agbefBhOfjqzMbGNWkJXjtrqIPmwsnbb6ScG5M3/s320/SDC10771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386183659003071282" /></a>first time I realised quite how far we'd gone - a motorway bridge on our way into Bristol. and we've walked way over the 121 miles they record cause boy have we taken the long, windy road..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8rf8AuVx2icfryp0kpQff_P-iOEnsVi1mwxpBhpbW8vrQa5z7ePLp_QeyVs5wNuecHwZfLeyYpDBY7K4GoPbEMz47wTv-QYMAJt6GHsOKF89lagltHx4rbL_BeoNwqyBcGREB8r3Hwus/s1600-h/SDC10753.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8rf8AuVx2icfryp0kpQff_P-iOEnsVi1mwxpBhpbW8vrQa5z7ePLp_QeyVs5wNuecHwZfLeyYpDBY7K4GoPbEMz47wTv-QYMAJt6GHsOKF89lagltHx4rbL_BeoNwqyBcGREB8r3Hwus/s320/SDC10753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386183650061411458" /></a> this is the Severn Bridge as we begin our slow approach to Bristol<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFSWO7Jt01yIJm4FRwIYNC7GGxYRFN254LLXY4zrrx4kBsFdWHfuFhKHGVSPhZrLOxtisdvlhNGWYRMmtNeNWhN4-x2CEKuElUjPSTr-weYLl_R4gUKJ3XVtJdYxCqFjdbKmjWCdPlNSk/s1600-h/SDC10738.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFSWO7Jt01yIJm4FRwIYNC7GGxYRFN254LLXY4zrrx4kBsFdWHfuFhKHGVSPhZrLOxtisdvlhNGWYRMmtNeNWhN4-x2CEKuElUjPSTr-weYLl_R4gUKJ3XVtJdYxCqFjdbKmjWCdPlNSk/s320/SDC10738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386183645178080546" /></a> high carbon method of transport - but gawd dammit - so so stylish...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyK8vcgwIbjac_2d4CAeDwkQ1czqk7Q6QG9abup47HkiDGIbeSX7GjUtHRXrDMz8YfiZbIiv81RGD-ScBnxk_zXAeLYWTUHAl05tAWviAFvSkxbJSTZwMI1dE7OkM6oewx_q_kmyRdb3zV/s1600-h/SDC10733.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyK8vcgwIbjac_2d4CAeDwkQ1czqk7Q6QG9abup47HkiDGIbeSX7GjUtHRXrDMz8YfiZbIiv81RGD-ScBnxk_zXAeLYWTUHAl05tAWviAFvSkxbJSTZwMI1dE7OkM6oewx_q_kmyRdb3zV/s320/SDC10733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386183628379837890" /></a> tension in the camp, time for Tamsin and Brad to fight it out...CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-24835818809578365622009-09-26T07:00:00.000-07:002009-11-14T12:21:10.585-08:00how to make a vegan omelette<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">There's a phrase about omelettes and eggs. Well, in the omelette of stopping catastrophic runaway climate change through taking direct action that pushes the boundaries of the law, the biggest eggs we’ve ever broken have turned out to be the Jeremy Clarkson fanbase. It’s odd because Clarkson himself seems to have taken the whole thing rather well, but the torrent of abuse has been really quite remarkable. Firstly, there’s just been soooo much of it. There’ve been emails, facebook messages, posts on Climate Rush’s profile and group walls, messages to Tamsin’s personal facebook account and texts and voicemails on my phone. And secondly, it’s been really, freakily similar in tone and content, almost as if there was an organised group out to discredit climate change and demoralise those who are fighting to curb emissions. I wonder…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My first experience of it was two voicemail messages left on the afternoon of the action, both by the same drunken Manchunian. ‘Climate Rush my balls you silly slags’ he slurred, and then, a couple of hours later: ‘You goddamn stupid fucking halfwits. I’m going out for a drive in my big powerful [indistinct] powered car now, hope to see you!’ In the early hours of the next morning, someone decided it was worth their while to text ‘Hey you clowns, man made climate change is NOT proven, read heaven and earth by Ian Plimer!!!!!!! Txt back.’ At least this guy had the decency to leave a return number.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The next day I finally managed to get online and sample the delights that had been left for us there. There were plenty of ‘man-made global warming is a myth’ ones, quite a few that promised to emit more CO2 to spite us, and almost always a hint of misogyny. Julian Tighe had written to suggest we ‘stop this nonsense and maybe return to your caravans and do a bit of ironing.’ Sam Richardson kept it short and sour with ‘HIPPIE SCUM’. Chris Hunt mixed his messages, saying we’re ‘yet another bunch of tree hugging, dole claiming twats [that] has fallen for the corporate swindle of climate change... can’t you see it’s all about revenue raising and taxation by the back door.’ (Because corporations are so into raising taxes.) Tamsin was called a ‘tampax lesbian whore’ and told that just as ‘you like to dump shit on Clarkson’s property… we will dump hydrochloric acid on your ugly lesbian face’.We even got a message from one ‘David Cameron’, though I’m pretty certain that the leader of the Conservative party doesn’t use <a href="mailto:dave_cameron@hotmail.com">dave_cameron@hotmail.com</a> as his primary email address.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then the messages took a turn for the bizarre. Here is an edited version of a truly foul email from <a href="mailto:cripto@ecn.org">cripto@ecn.org</a>:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">‘go back to [expletive] Commie Russia where you belong [performing fellatio] &</p> <p class="MsoNormal">[uh, another intimate thing] of the eternal whinging scabby cockroach maggot Jews</p> <p class="MsoNormal">when we find you ,..we will kill you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">there is more [faeces] spewed out of the nuclear bomb factories in maggot Israel each year,..but you [those who like to practice the sin of Onan] never go their [sic] to terrorize people</p> <p class="MsoNormal">what about the millions of litres of aircraft fuel wasted by the USA, USSR & UK air-force in AWAC planes etc,...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">keeping scumbag maggots like you safe from your Commie brothers in terror</p> <p class="MsoNormal">eat [manure] fatso Jew [bottom] lickers’</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Bugger. Here I was thinking that I was part of a Suffragette-inspired women-led eco-activist group, and suddenly it turns out we’re obese Russian Semitiphile rimming fetishists! This crisis of identity was only further confused by the article sent to us by a ‘peasant philosopher’ on the ‘rise of the Eco-Nazi’. Apparently the term ‘Nazi’ is appropriate in this context because of the little known fact that the Nazis were actually a left-wing socialist party. So while I thought I was fighting for a global solution to climate change to protect the world’s poor, actually I’m part of a nationalist cult! Though god knows what my final solution will look like, considering that I’m also a communist, Jewish gay gypo.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Another one arrived while I was checking the inbox, this one addressed to Caroline Lucas as well. She must get this sort of thing a lot. This one said that global warming is a hoax because it doesn’t meet the ‘Scientific Protocol’, and then, weirdly, turns into a sidelong advert for the Miracles DVD hosted by Bryant Gumbel. (It’s hard to tell if they’re dismissing it – if you’re so stupid that you believe in global warming then you’re probably stupid enough to believe in faith healings – or trying to find an audience for it.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Logging in to the Climate Rush facebook account, I found a message alerting me to the latest entries on the group wall. Michael Chillcott had posted ‘<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11pt;" lang="EN" >CLARKSON IS A LEGEND!! I HOPE HE TAKES A SH*T IN YOUR FACE!!’</span> w<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11pt;" lang="EN" >hile Vishnu Nair exhorted ‘LET ALL THE SEVEN WITCHES WHO DUMPED MANURE ROT IN HELL...’, finishing with a curious ‘AMEN’.</span><span lang="EN"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11pt;" lang="EN" >Oto (Latvia) went all out with such bad language I’ve replaced every ‘f’ and ‘c’ with ‘sh’. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11pt;" lang="EN" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11pt;" lang="EN" >“shuckin shunts not women. Women are to be respeshted, you are to be shucked in the ass on a street shorner and then thrown in the gutter. Shuck you shor shucking up Shlarkson's lawn and i'm gonna go buy another V10 engined super polluting car to shuck up the environment more to spite your PMS behavior. Also I'm gonna drive my M5 extra much and burn tires in order to waste resourshes and combust large volumes of shuel.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11pt;" lang="EN" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m just not sure what they want from us. A reasoned discussion of the scientific evidence for and against man-made climate change? Affirmation that we are indeed hippy scum / Jewish butt-lickers / abhorrent un-women who should be dragged back to the kitchen? But where might that affirmation come from? <a href="mailto:GMminingcorp@aol.com">GMminingcorp@aol.com</a> solves the problem of whether or not I should try and formulate a reply by finishing his message with ‘don't bother replying to this e-mail, I'm not interested in anything you've got to say.’ Mostly I’ve ignored them, taking a sliver of pride in the fact that we’re clearly doing something right if we’re getting these sorts of people’s backs up. Some, I’m sure, are commercial astro-turfers, in the pay of some fuel-guzzling corporation or other, and their motivation (if insanely avaricious) is at least vaguely comprehensible. Others are presumably just web freaks who get their kicks from trawling the internet looking for people they disagree with to hassle; I guess I’m never really going to understand why they don’t have something more fulfilling to do with their lives. Overall though, if that’s the sum total of people who disagree with us, the outlook’s pretty good. In a population of 62 million, that’s 35 to them, 61, 999, 965 to us.</p> <!--EndFragment--><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-84437220825360333552009-09-26T05:23:00.000-07:002009-09-26T06:07:30.785-07:00Bristol mural<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolutyhUQPP5JuJQK8YDI90Np6DVA_UCq9IHpqFh8gTSLfersW5QB8o_QeQXYQiR963OIkZElO-CMgRTmmCSqPJyjYH0KiXhEOu3MR9fNmE5e8dnOPv3QkHSKmz7QiswmH0OV3cJanXsG8/s1600-h/SDC10816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolutyhUQPP5JuJQK8YDI90Np6DVA_UCq9IHpqFh8gTSLfersW5QB8o_QeQXYQiR963OIkZElO-CMgRTmmCSqPJyjYH0KiXhEOu3MR9fNmE5e8dnOPv3QkHSKmz7QiswmH0OV3cJanXsG8/s320/SDC10816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385751743595425442" /></a>This mural is so epic it's gonna take four photos to fully express its glory.CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-69241492417852767392009-09-25T08:23:00.000-07:002009-09-25T09:52:05.045-07:00missing Bristol for the town that time forgotI'm sat in St Andrew's church, Cullompton. It's tucked behind a high street on which every shop is individually owned. We entered Devon today and I am in the sweetest town I've ever visited. As we walked round town giving out copies of our 'Here Comes the Sun' magazine I saw Peggy's Pantry, Pickwick's tea room, Moonlight Pizzas, Alfie's hardware, a tattoo parlour, a lot of charity shops. And then I walked round a corner, onto Church Street, and there was this building - 15th Century, huge carved tower, painted inside, bright stained glass. And the seagulls outside. <div><br /></div><div>It's a special place - on our arrival Jackie leant over to me - 'See - the England I grew up in is still out there.' It's been left forgotten, even by Tesco Express. </div><div><br /></div><div>There's been a notable gap in these blogs... again... For which I'm sorry. Bristol went undocumented (although it will be put down in a different blog soon) - my own experience of the events we put on there is just one speedy drive through the city. My mum had come to our camp (under the flight path of Bristol Airport) and on her way out I jumped a lift to town. As we neared the centre we got stuck behind over 300 cyclists - this was the Critical Rush that we'd promised Bristol, and they had delivered. Ten minutes later we were biking down Stokes Croft and I yelled as I saw Joie and Elly flicking paint at one another. Standing through the roof window I waved at the incredible mural they had painted over one half of Jamaica Street - such beautiful artwork which won't be painted over for a month. Go and see it today!</div><div><br /></div><div>But mostly I have been walking. Groups of rushers peal off, give out zines, organise events, do talks and I just keep on walking. I've walked through Bristol and out past the Clifton Bridge. I've trudged down to Taunton, I've got pissed off with the A38 and it's busy-ness and I've passed over two borders in a matter of days - both Somerset and today Devon. I've really been toning these legs of mine. And what's been happening along the way. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've met a Lot of people and heard hundreds (literally) of different opinions (all very STRONGLY felt) and been so surprised at how much people already know. I guess when you're moving through the countryside you're in a place where people are experiencing these strange weather changes the most. After just one month I can tell the time by where the sun is. I've felt the difference pre and post Equinox. I guess the longer you stay the more you understand nature's rhythms and the more aware you are when they start to get out of sync. The number of men in waistcoats who have given me a pound coin and patted me on the back for what we're trying to do... it fills you with hope. These people love to be spoken and listened to. They have so much to say, but all agree with one thing - one mega disempowerment that Climate Rush is trying to blow sky high... we cannot do anything. If this problem is going to get sorted it needs people with a lot of power and influence to begin sorting. And whatever you do, don't tell them to become vegetarian... 'Vegetarian - I am a veggie - I love three veg and a good bit of meat!' Same old men - not always the greatest senses of humour.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so - when a man in a cattle farm, outside Bridgewater, started to tell me how pointless our choices are, and how paddy fields let off far more methane than cows, I was so excited because the day before I'd glimpsed the front cover of the Guardian. And that cover told me... that internationally things are beginning to move. Each small step that we take echoes across the choices of other individuals worldwide. Each shift in policy that one country pledges sets a marker which other countries must meet, or indeed beat. Things are changing and we'll all be part of that change. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I was sat here earlier a parishioner came in and asked me what I was doing. He'd come by to cut the grass and we were soon drinking coffee and talking about how cold the earth was this year, and how birds were starving for lack of earth-worms. He took fifty copies of 'Here Comes the Sun' so that he could give them to the other members of the church this Sunday. He showed me a prayer corner of their church that the Sunday-school kids had decorated. It was very eco-focused. There we drawings of deserts, yellow and black patterned cats with 'EXTINCT' writ large across them. He took me round the back of the church and showed me the enormous pile of compost. He then told me about the church's ongoing struggle with the town council over their desire to build a wind turbine. He loved the picture of the bee on the front of our 'zine. He told me all about the different varieties (some 87) of bees that are all being seen less frequently. He snorted at my city girl obsession with the bumble and the honey bee.</div><div><br /></div><div>He's just one guy I met along this road. He's not as scary as the BNP-proud barmaid under the Bristol flight-path or as sweetly generous as the grumpy farmer who almost set the police on us when he discovered us in his field - before listening to our purpose and returning with a bottle of scrumpy and plenty of delicious apples - 'Good awn you missus - and safe journey tomorrow - you Will be gone tomorrow?' But he's got one same concern. Everyone I'm meeting can get distracted off immigrant hating, or telling us off - when you get them onto the subject of climate change. Everyone has an opinion and everyone is hoping for a solution. This town, Cullompton, might seem everso forgotten - but even here climate change is well on the agenda.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-16095434563989799292009-09-18T05:55:00.000-07:002009-09-18T09:39:54.766-07:00Date with Dale<div>Here at the Climate Rush we are not against speed. No way. So when Dale Vince, founder of ecotricity, invited us (one day after our Top Gear Poo Stunt) for a ride in his mega fast electric car (from 1 to 60 in four seconds) we just couldn't turn him down. And what a ride we had. From the heart of Stroud to the first turbine that the great man built, just over ten years ago. Before he was Green eco-tech Entrepreneur extraordinaire Dale Vince was a traveller, living on hills and verges for fifteen years, also living off-grid. He got in tune with his wind turbine and one day, deciding it was time to lay some roots, he decided to build a turbine that could power not one, but 400 homes. That was the turbine that we were driven to see (a drive that cost the environment ZERO emissions) and from that starting point came a business that sees £37 million turnover. All profit is paid into building new wind-turbines, a step away from the bonuses for shareholders business model that we are all so used to. What a wicked man. And what an inspirational story. He began ten years ago and in ten years time he pledges to be one of the big six energy companies - to have as many as 1 million members. And why ever not. If there is one thing that Dale is king of - it is inspiring you to believe that with enough will power each one of us could completely change the world. Long may the fire he put in our bellies this morning burn.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the spin in his car he took us back to our camp, posed for some photos with the local press and enjoyed a black camp-fired tea. After our shenanigans with Jeremy C it felt so good to remember that the future is all about progress - clean, sustainable, joyful progress - the kind of progress that we don't have to feel bad for. The kind of progress to celebrate. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pfOOpxm4kT4o2I6CMv13_YwN_o8mi6EM_C8hw-73bp2q5wU93n8xY2HLSxDE5xuKmZYiGs84AtwwbYQHTgJ5QsUPnjQCbnRDkKFcke6_f39Dl-vH2-5dg-noWl_wNSnhUUffSe0vNM8T/s1600-h/SDC10715.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pfOOpxm4kT4o2I6CMv13_YwN_o8mi6EM_C8hw-73bp2q5wU93n8xY2HLSxDE5xuKmZYiGs84AtwwbYQHTgJ5QsUPnjQCbnRDkKFcke6_f39Dl-vH2-5dg-noWl_wNSnhUUffSe0vNM8T/s400/SDC10715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382792612958283314" /></a> Joie and Milly get comfortable with Dale and the bat-mobile<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy5AO1RQtS4O8ePvJlinYX-Wl2JAcT1DPrPpAOAEIcFKcCXVBp-qQLRPU5fCMq1Hs1ur3cn4an8jg0-ToOdxRnuiR62vcxm5DHYpjf26-QMWDfy36T93m6QzK2dK1g86QzEt65_hHRnyk9/s1600-h/SDC10707.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy5AO1RQtS4O8ePvJlinYX-Wl2JAcT1DPrPpAOAEIcFKcCXVBp-qQLRPU5fCMq1Hs1ur3cn4an8jg0-ToOdxRnuiR62vcxm5DHYpjf26-QMWDfy36T93m6QzK2dK1g86QzEt65_hHRnyk9/s400/SDC10707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382792603329212978" /></a> Dale and Tamsin - such mutual loving round the fire<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20mTSHCPyXDTTttT9va8p0P7SldwS3YkH3rxd10TqpvHI8fpA_8loG0cM5wI39js_kT6jQsjUa62LPM7XfwXnntombSIfyf3D0iLR8_9PHxcn5CkV19uW4E88lHSQS4MhI60WS1YLFsz0/s1600-h/SDC10693.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20mTSHCPyXDTTttT9va8p0P7SldwS3YkH3rxd10TqpvHI8fpA_8loG0cM5wI39js_kT6jQsjUa62LPM7XfwXnntombSIfyf3D0iLR8_9PHxcn5CkV19uW4E88lHSQS4MhI60WS1YLFsz0/s400/SDC10693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382792590485873938" /></a> Dale shows us his first wind turbine.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghdC6Q_E9JmR2iW3qjyfFDlvpnpCX7hCo2yAAjK5aJUZCDEQIefToQ3sBEy8xL928v9q0DGBiP___J3tvUd6kx8rwTwn2Qjm-nYtrcW4Yr5oHkKVh1a-ENcL8H8MUQ1xoMJrqP1u-A0pt/s1600-h/SDC10691.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghdC6Q_E9JmR2iW3qjyfFDlvpnpCX7hCo2yAAjK5aJUZCDEQIefToQ3sBEy8xL928v9q0DGBiP___J3tvUd6kx8rwTwn2Qjm-nYtrcW4Yr5oHkKVh1a-ENcL8H8MUQ1xoMJrqP1u-A0pt/s400/SDC10691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382792580485736194" /></a> Vroooom Zoooooom!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Q_vJxHVZot-MV2uTY9hGqaTh4C4oF4KO_Qg6DPPgp76FmkNLXV8XjagJFx5xjz3KMgmSGpuv7cwqX2meBqKjNcgv6e-MVTsOVfZyClGVnVMR3vBqENHRf-LGFh8JqTd50Xr730BquyZ_/s1600-h/SDC10688.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Q_vJxHVZot-MV2uTY9hGqaTh4C4oF4KO_Qg6DPPgp76FmkNLXV8XjagJFx5xjz3KMgmSGpuv7cwqX2meBqKjNcgv6e-MVTsOVfZyClGVnVMR3vBqENHRf-LGFh8JqTd50Xr730BquyZ_/s400/SDC10688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382792578318145186" /></a> Tamsin, Misty, Dale and sexy sexy mother of a car.CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-14701309183638714972009-09-17T06:07:00.000-07:002009-09-18T09:28:57.456-07:00anyone for manure? words and photos<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">So there’s been a fair amount of press over a wee idea we had not very long ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s crazy what captures the nation’s media and the public imagination, and we just thought we were having a little joke – that we might just make it into one of Clarkson’s columns…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Along the epic journey from Stroud to Oxford (4 days on the road, blisters, aching muscles, two girls down with some form of ill) we began to wonder whether it might be time to start targeting all those nasty big-time carbon emitters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s true that since this roadshow begun we’ve circled Heathrow Airport and held a picnic at London Oxford Airport, but we haven’t Really done a funny and engaging action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So… we began to think – we can target high carbon infrastructure or we can target high carbon individuals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And if we’re targeting high carbon individuals then the people we want to draw attention to are those who promote carbon intensive lifestyles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Enter Jeremy Clarkson…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>well a mate of mine saw him zooming between Stroud and Oxford so we thought he must live nearby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A few phone-calls later and it was confirmed, if we could find our way to a small village in Oxfordshire then perhaps we could make some headlines.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">But how?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We’re a very peaceful group really.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We didn’t want to do anything that would piss Jeremy off, especially as some of our members are big big fans of Mr controversy Clarkson.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Yet we did want to make a point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Cause let’s face it, he says a lot of stupid things…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“But let’s just stop and think for a moment what the consequences might be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Switzerland loses its skiing resorts?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The beach in Miami is washed away?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>North Carolina gets knocked over by a hurricane?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Anything bothering you yet?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Now I’m guessing that this is said with his tongue firmly in his cheek but some people, probably a lot of people, are going to take him at his word, and chuckle at his ‘give a shit’ attitude.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Clarkson’s left some things off the list – the Great Barrier Reef collapsing, sea rises that wipe out entire cities, massive resource wars, no more Bangladesh, potentially the Amazon rainforest turning into a massive bonfire, and carbon emitter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>These things bother me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t want to live in a world where the richest nations say ‘fuck you – I like my quality of life’, whilst the poorest, those least responsible for climate change, go to war.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s difficult.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Like Jeremy I like my liberty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I just know that a future of climactic collapse is probably not a future where civil liberties will reign high. I guess the big question with freedom is how much value does it hold if it relies on others' enslavement?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Anyhow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We didn’t want to be mean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We just wanted to give him something to think about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As we were mulling this over behind the horse and cart, Blossom, our youngest mare, lifted up her tail and out dropped eight balls of manure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We watched each one drop and a plan began to form.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">For our horse drawn climate roadshow the main emission is what our horses are laying on the road.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It would be a cool comment on Jeremy’s approach to his emissions if we were able to dump ours on his lawn and at the same time give him free fertiliser!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">With hands gloved we began bagging the manure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As we bagged we hummed a tune, finally adding words and singing…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">THE JEREMY POO SONG<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I’m picking up poo, poo for you, Jeremy,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">What a thing to do!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I’m picking up doo doo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">To tell you Jeremy,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Cut your CO2<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I might be only driving 3 HorsePower<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">And my top speed trot is only 12 miles per hour<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">But the oil is running out and fast<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">And my engine just runs on grass<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">So what you gonna guzzle in all them cars<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">If you think it’s not a problem then I think <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">You’re talking out of your arse.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I’m picking up poo, poo for you, Jeremy,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">What a thing to do!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I’m picking up doo doo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">To tell you Jeremy,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Cut your CO2<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">You don’t give a toss about your emissions<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">And you took a big truck on an arctic expedition<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">But the footprint of your little spin<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Was one point seven tonnes of carbon sin<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">And it’s nothing to the damage black carbon can bring<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">So we thought we’d dump a taster <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Of the shit we know you’re landing us in!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I’m picking up poo, poo for you, Jeremy,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">What a thing to do!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I’m picking up doo doo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">To tell you Jeremy,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Cut your CO2</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Eventually (and after pinching more poo from a nearby field) we had enough – a whole lotta poo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then came the organising of a chip-fat fuelled van.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Three calls and it was done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>All we had to do now was wait by the roadside for our carbon-free lift.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">When we arrived the press where already snapping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We walked up to the wrought-iron gates of Clarkson’s home, hitching up our Suffragette skirts so that we might just walk in, but no such adventure – instead the gates just opened ahead of us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thank God for motion detectors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The photographers were scared of being arrested for trespass so stayed firmly outside the compound’s gates.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We dumped six bin-bags full of poo before sticking out banner in it ‘This is what you’re landing us in’, and singing our song to the film crews.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes">Two of Jeremy’s staff walked past but said nothing as we approached his house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But there was no-one at home, so we left him a little pile more before heading off home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In the bus back our song rang jubilant, especially when we passed the daily mail photographer who’d been pulled over by the police.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We zoomed past unnoticed.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">And then the reaction… a tonne of press – more than we got for rushing Parliament with over 1000 women, staging a sit-in at Heathrow Airport with over 600 Edwardian picnickers or supergluing ourselves around a statue in Parliament.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It can be strange to see what gets people talking – I guess there really is nothing like a celebrity to stir up headlines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Which seems a bit of a pity when there’s such an important message to get out there, something that should be saturating all of the papers all of the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">But thank you Jeremy for your jolly response.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You can keep the patio heater – and good luck with the roses – we’ll have plenty more manure from the final two weeks of the journey if you need it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmmmf45j7rPOzkhXJiYoUHE4SwsvPPqMQ7wf02_692r_Y0RFzai3kqRvV23XgU_OxkFLycA8lQVzDf9EOxRzImfkrYET4zLguoOzpzZuqDYW8fzQLckTDcNEy-8vc_4V_DcPDcGTNpqF_/s1600-h/SDC10667.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmmmf45j7rPOzkhXJiYoUHE4SwsvPPqMQ7wf02_692r_Y0RFzai3kqRvV23XgU_OxkFLycA8lQVzDf9EOxRzImfkrYET4zLguoOzpzZuqDYW8fzQLckTDcNEy-8vc_4V_DcPDcGTNpqF_/s400/SDC10667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382822341164052594" /></a> Press at the ready...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEY9db7Da0Q6sQIa0LA45tKPegWteNMb6EGa9sSp6C4vgZJs-MRx8mwaDfn3wS37_I6t6LBJre1Jf5ExfoyT58n4y84gYuSGi_ETj4-oF4TvleLXE1sTBeCoFLlSCFxHwLhWf9dQL6muR/s1600-h/SDC10646.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEY9db7Da0Q6sQIa0LA45tKPegWteNMb6EGa9sSp6C4vgZJs-MRx8mwaDfn3wS37_I6t6LBJre1Jf5ExfoyT58n4y84gYuSGi_ETj4-oF4TvleLXE1sTBeCoFLlSCFxHwLhWf9dQL6muR/s400/SDC10646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382822337710245010" /></a> In the back of a chip fat fuelled van, on our way to the controversial man.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4Bhp13CLppHII7_RCGSH3Bp4-Eq6sTYEk4qmgYY6tclT5VfRmQfow8xoV1Y7LvIHf3Ey44vyE24NlGPFsZPyHc1w3HjR528uocvY3oDjF0LyX2TRzHkmOf1OKe1_Mk62NSGrddDUDd7g/s1600-h/SDC10644.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4Bhp13CLppHII7_RCGSH3Bp4-Eq6sTYEk4qmgYY6tclT5VfRmQfow8xoV1Y7LvIHf3Ey44vyE24NlGPFsZPyHc1w3HjR528uocvY3oDjF0LyX2TRzHkmOf1OKe1_Mk62NSGrddDUDd7g/s400/SDC10644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382822327487462290" /></a> My bag's bigger than yours...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiID90ul97vRazSFIe68i1jwedjYqH5hnxxNSGUkEqdXtQkKKR8OdenUE3h0z3ALhA-SWG73h0CoDCMzBE6rRW5uCGsAt5OP58EYbWFgMZV_sjcxAlsIhrMdZPUSJPWrlZbB_W4k8Qe5u4F/s1600-h/SDC10628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiID90ul97vRazSFIe68i1jwedjYqH5hnxxNSGUkEqdXtQkKKR8OdenUE3h0z3ALhA-SWG73h0CoDCMzBE6rRW5uCGsAt5OP58EYbWFgMZV_sjcxAlsIhrMdZPUSJPWrlZbB_W4k8Qe5u4F/s400/SDC10628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382822318891359362" /></a> Anyone for some poo on ice?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3z0eq3r-cuQ6vDZ83GajoJdv43CYm3YBqwXGUfZ3CqphMZK3WWLRnimu8Xs2VrxqFgo0w-NAWN7WTRyxUDPuM3JYXifLoSmxEfyArZ_ywmTBqEJZrHRz54jlBPdLziSiWJcM_AoNJDzls/s1600-h/SDC10668.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3z0eq3r-cuQ6vDZ83GajoJdv43CYm3YBqwXGUfZ3CqphMZK3WWLRnimu8Xs2VrxqFgo0w-NAWN7WTRyxUDPuM3JYXifLoSmxEfyArZ_ywmTBqEJZrHRz54jlBPdLziSiWJcM_AoNJDzls/s400/SDC10668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382423140903429410" /></a> POO JUMP<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZXYTRrigEbfOxKbMMblmb4darva048Fiid099h-ddryf0XiclZdnkwJPQMNrjBQuvhrolXBB16JR5hNq1rkqzEYcZo3U5qcW49GXkcAlK6qhr9Snx9Mt4s4n-FU-J-DstQ94h_ZsyblM/s1600-h/SDC10666.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZXYTRrigEbfOxKbMMblmb4darva048Fiid099h-ddryf0XiclZdnkwJPQMNrjBQuvhrolXBB16JR5hNq1rkqzEYcZo3U5qcW49GXkcAlK6qhr9Snx9Mt4s4n-FU-J-DstQ94h_ZsyblM/s400/SDC10666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382423134762075058" /></a> a small pile for his front lawn<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMhzn403hY41SZ6c-WNQrwVMl1cu-KzdQplPU281g-sUY6kldVeR88MwQeI4y3yWYBSdDUWSx1gS2q5kLNT53rVHG_hHvOFWZbWpjSK5Oxhn-TWleOzg-eq6IU0R4BgzjpDnZFReckejg/s1600-h/SDC10656.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMhzn403hY41SZ6c-WNQrwVMl1cu-KzdQplPU281g-sUY6kldVeR88MwQeI4y3yWYBSdDUWSx1gS2q5kLNT53rVHG_hHvOFWZbWpjSK5Oxhn-TWleOzg-eq6IU0R4BgzjpDnZFReckejg/s400/SDC10656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382423130249899586" /></a> and then they close again<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8EbORoDAuD2jwe7dlA3jaPuYghJy9mhqZ2dqSZ1rFvk322dM6vEmkI5aDqxgv-sS5T6n904Xt7KWKKTMnBQM_aSu1Zi1AFYM8US7BRW7smOqFlc4xUeDpT1iwjrH9wI4xvtqieq4kXgP/s1600-h/SDC10655.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8EbORoDAuD2jwe7dlA3jaPuYghJy9mhqZ2dqSZ1rFvk322dM6vEmkI5aDqxgv-sS5T6n904Xt7KWKKTMnBQM_aSu1Zi1AFYM8US7BRW7smOqFlc4xUeDpT1iwjrH9wI4xvtqieq4kXgP/s400/SDC10655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382423121700978914" /></a> As if my magic - open Sesame!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJynAEjrRHRgqHX2FFBbzqUXKD_VCk6zZhzT8HvbMBR2Z4MJ0kjkVDIN9QhAH_sRHoNknQFREUgyktodEvOcuOnLEDO_Q1IO_F2lpUT09jJztoVZPCQ1pxiqwTyBbVCzGUcbd-sPMVxvL/s1600-h/SDC10653.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJynAEjrRHRgqHX2FFBbzqUXKD_VCk6zZhzT8HvbMBR2Z4MJ0kjkVDIN9QhAH_sRHoNknQFREUgyktodEvOcuOnLEDO_Q1IO_F2lpUT09jJztoVZPCQ1pxiqwTyBbVCzGUcbd-sPMVxvL/s400/SDC10653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382423118058875234" /></a>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-11168417019435816692009-09-16T04:01:00.000-07:002009-09-16T05:30:12.348-07:00The road - 4 days worth - between Oxford and Stroud - photos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh078FqGu0aqoCQrKRfdjL6czNI5dnKYO-KMPJgfetfAq5JBk-g9OQBFeU6jHVUhDlfdL9NZkIQSBjBCtZALFPxuiP_cWc7zfX5ukdfhuvIY9_ydxdKaLWEwYbjXzID8EBPxo3hQwFGdUkl/s1600-h/SDC10596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh078FqGu0aqoCQrKRfdjL6czNI5dnKYO-KMPJgfetfAq5JBk-g9OQBFeU6jHVUhDlfdL9NZkIQSBjBCtZALFPxuiP_cWc7zfX5ukdfhuvIY9_ydxdKaLWEwYbjXzID8EBPxo3hQwFGdUkl/s400/SDC10596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382031788143203730" /></a> Picking out the tune that Cadi taught us: 'yellow roses'. Now we can be a rambling band of climate rushettes. Bring on the Christmas number one...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUSeJDaMvBMeZY49buIyI4CBnsrKVVBkgI93-c1GlEdLf8rDNMddQTP8nLWAJMPC4cKG5ibz2Tb_32vTMePsGRCrgxLkNo_2_7A_SAW87PeTU2HtNkCCwu8c3hS5ncLiI2WoWpgdz9A2N/s1600-h/SDC10591.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUSeJDaMvBMeZY49buIyI4CBnsrKVVBkgI93-c1GlEdLf8rDNMddQTP8nLWAJMPC4cKG5ibz2Tb_32vTMePsGRCrgxLkNo_2_7A_SAW87PeTU2HtNkCCwu8c3hS5ncLiI2WoWpgdz9A2N/s400/SDC10591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382031780246074514" /></a> Mnyyummm - thank you kindly farmer. Delishusness.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqBG5xHy_dzL5nX0rGssCZbTEsuoCKlWvFobyWMZKz06DomXHNy9lpUu0009onVf64FcyVubkJg4xZ4BY8LE808FvxjAM97X1vtnN5tMEFGxeKfeNJco4pM_33nVXtcGavFa6tVPszjra/s1600-h/SDC10585.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqBG5xHy_dzL5nX0rGssCZbTEsuoCKlWvFobyWMZKz06DomXHNy9lpUu0009onVf64FcyVubkJg4xZ4BY8LE808FvxjAM97X1vtnN5tMEFGxeKfeNJco4pM_33nVXtcGavFa6tVPszjra/s400/SDC10585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382031770906331186" /></a>This is about as blustery as the sky has got these past two weeks that we've been on the road. It's mental - where is the rain?! Nowhere near the Climate Rush that's for sure. Tamsin, our resident Christian (and wannabe evangelicising priest is freakin' us all out - she says that if it doesn't rain for the whole month (which would be a bit of a miracle - but shhhh) we ALL have to convert. And if it does?! Well she looks a little muddled at this point and mutters something about becoming an athiest. As if - she'll wiggle her way outta that. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLbNraayB_G4pf_sqsirsv0fAWdPfonsMwWJnM5ewpQBuXNNCgm29EDyMRUcmMj6oMM9TAr_AQptTxPNLigSma14IrNyeq20c_0pY8-OKmBY8CpwdTEFkvUnWLOda6DE6TXwB2zXCir53/s1600-h/SDC10584.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLbNraayB_G4pf_sqsirsv0fAWdPfonsMwWJnM5ewpQBuXNNCgm29EDyMRUcmMj6oMM9TAr_AQptTxPNLigSma14IrNyeq20c_0pY8-OKmBY8CpwdTEFkvUnWLOda6DE6TXwB2zXCir53/s400/SDC10584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382031765866273506" /></a> Joie and Dash are either ill, or faking illness, and so are allowed to sit on high. Means that Joie gets all the good looks from passing cars - she is our Harvest Queen!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgjDRiiPovn_4QLIBL6Jr1ofLhXHyDCKMv9_e5pqyGKpkhP8zL86PaA2igddqIw3Dc3PPIp2N_0U-DzYiU_WnkxumXsjrH3QB-XqO-o5kHhn1F4i1x98U66A2RkRqAJvfbTig9ZI_B6Mw/s1600-h/SDC10551.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgjDRiiPovn_4QLIBL6Jr1ofLhXHyDCKMv9_e5pqyGKpkhP8zL86PaA2igddqIw3Dc3PPIp2N_0U-DzYiU_WnkxumXsjrH3QB-XqO-o5kHhn1F4i1x98U66A2RkRqAJvfbTig9ZI_B6Mw/s400/SDC10551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382031757641407170" /></a> Gloucestershire - home of the hippy - receive us well!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLdUyuBifBI01o0tvSANP22PjXKqw5Rjj5RLomPJfVrwdCAo0g86f4H7GQPoOfIl5e5fkte_OnUJBn2TZqXeBbwX5QX6_TP1Iwgbl0lgqtGUkFruzg9M8YcxtgBvCyOhKqeNA9UbiNdj4/s1600-h/SDC10524.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLdUyuBifBI01o0tvSANP22PjXKqw5Rjj5RLomPJfVrwdCAo0g86f4H7GQPoOfIl5e5fkte_OnUJBn2TZqXeBbwX5QX6_TP1Iwgbl0lgqtGUkFruzg9M8YcxtgBvCyOhKqeNA9UbiNdj4/s400/SDC10524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382030403818365938" /></a> And still more... Oh those Herbal Essence moments.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qP_lK24qcF5L051-fEVvHD1JNWHzsOUzX1XDnaAX0HIFwa3d37olrvRg5A39BZ__xinEnfc-o0WPpQubBEI4cQ92FM5Rjxw6og8IXeo88tFRvYgEzwD5dGDt6RwOZa3fx3flov6uE3-R/s1600-h/SDC10520.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qP_lK24qcF5L051-fEVvHD1JNWHzsOUzX1XDnaAX0HIFwa3d37olrvRg5A39BZ__xinEnfc-o0WPpQubBEI4cQ92FM5Rjxw6og8IXeo88tFRvYgEzwD5dGDt6RwOZa3fx3flov6uE3-R/s400/SDC10520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382030397814184866" /></a> Even freakier...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLpsH4G14adBTZw2tmpxgHqcgl96xd6Piv8waDemnekcPg2Jh7BJ3kK0fEBVgalSGywbPVDwYI42EMEuvmaGnGDXfD3NfaVHiJKMP3poNcBCjaa-_7XQ0yBCeBNvZSrXvRSUVXwP0Do5y/s1600-h/SDC10515.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLpsH4G14adBTZw2tmpxgHqcgl96xd6Piv8waDemnekcPg2Jh7BJ3kK0fEBVgalSGywbPVDwYI42EMEuvmaGnGDXfD3NfaVHiJKMP3poNcBCjaa-_7XQ0yBCeBNvZSrXvRSUVXwP0Do5y/s400/SDC10515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382030389231996914" /></a> Three handed Cordelia - freaky!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71lMhPf-CfcGCq3RKBaErRQgdDCO-Jxhw9bjyG1cNfYeG-BYBaq6UEeO8EnnptxAwjz6cIQ0uDwP67pdp31AVXYT4YikETX2w5AR2TL8uL0eRSRGOiPOsOW8MTp8xFKxuRLj7PDXA4Lb7/s1600-h/SDC10512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71lMhPf-CfcGCq3RKBaErRQgdDCO-Jxhw9bjyG1cNfYeG-BYBaq6UEeO8EnnptxAwjz6cIQ0uDwP67pdp31AVXYT4YikETX2w5AR2TL8uL0eRSRGOiPOsOW8MTp8xFKxuRLj7PDXA4Lb7/s400/SDC10512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382030382405735186" /></a> Joie de Winter with a cheeky smile...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJUo2_hTkh-0UOtWDA20S2P2ufzeblV7-wOXOOHVYPiHX1qBRxRHh9CYtspRUCAWU-Algm6IfVjCkBVviS7YBoUYD38201aGMpAexu9FoCkkKtVtNFZPVzlq3BkQAeaoVz-v3kxl71omw/s1600-h/SDC10507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJUo2_hTkh-0UOtWDA20S2P2ufzeblV7-wOXOOHVYPiHX1qBRxRHh9CYtspRUCAWU-Algm6IfVjCkBVviS7YBoUYD38201aGMpAexu9FoCkkKtVtNFZPVzlq3BkQAeaoVz-v3kxl71omw/s400/SDC10507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382030377078837042" /></a> Joie and Emma play hide and seek.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxO-nGhVQ6FUo54GjPcMdysLN7pbrXy19h4FFzzuEB8j6RsUg9WAmKxANsJZ-LkHbBjpMWvPvOcLkdyBwcG8YrL1XPWNx5kW7qTZp1nCnGhhB-3X6koIpkKvs4Erk4NAqShRzfUCSXebFY/s1600-h/SDC10504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxO-nGhVQ6FUo54GjPcMdysLN7pbrXy19h4FFzzuEB8j6RsUg9WAmKxANsJZ-LkHbBjpMWvPvOcLkdyBwcG8YrL1XPWNx5kW7qTZp1nCnGhhB-3X6koIpkKvs4Erk4NAqShRzfUCSXebFY/s400/SDC10504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382028580640723522" /></a> A friendly farmer lets us charge through his corn fields and pick some for our dinner.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjveDVhIjD_plshZfvnaFCsBgx7mdNHUQlFXRX-g5Du4n0cWkL1vg_8NjoDoh-sJozNPVbj3OWSsZsLtxpjtaIa5-93Ar_iBV3aUFzqJea1Pv7LJy1pCwzyvO9krwWony1AMoS6lP3Lav/s1600-h/SDC10454.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjveDVhIjD_plshZfvnaFCsBgx7mdNHUQlFXRX-g5Du4n0cWkL1vg_8NjoDoh-sJozNPVbj3OWSsZsLtxpjtaIa5-93Ar_iBV3aUFzqJea1Pv7LJy1pCwzyvO9krwWony1AMoS6lP3Lav/s400/SDC10454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382028572118766210" /></a> Guess Fairfold is getting scared of climate collapse - check their sandbags against the river.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKeMY4qTBhBCcFvdGMi3_39dHY7SUDsfDIq2Lj16Jz14UYYpLlKXBR62jP-SbQQm7FljUQ2VDt_WNGoCGDZKgjV3cNi79gsKIfuRmwg2TqYAJLpdZiqdxMSCzhvSHRtzm95YduhYIDPuj/s1600-h/SDC10450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKeMY4qTBhBCcFvdGMi3_39dHY7SUDsfDIq2Lj16Jz14UYYpLlKXBR62jP-SbQQm7FljUQ2VDt_WNGoCGDZKgjV3cNi79gsKIfuRmwg2TqYAJLpdZiqdxMSCzhvSHRtzm95YduhYIDPuj/s400/SDC10450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382028562852954130" /></a> This town, Fairfold, is so utterly ON IT. Check out this sign outside their butchers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnr9pnlKACJiuFX8uD0PxGYTvmjOsCLgjYuUwQh2LNmNy9kx-2OrFkKUXGL_JDfg46yMEUnomfYh2kSVxw990OE5Y3tohjj7D_KOXCf_ppxRfbE-B9Ute22Xr0EZ8nwf_YdLa6ua_IhyW/s1600-h/SDC10434.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnr9pnlKACJiuFX8uD0PxGYTvmjOsCLgjYuUwQh2LNmNy9kx-2OrFkKUXGL_JDfg46yMEUnomfYh2kSVxw990OE5Y3tohjj7D_KOXCf_ppxRfbE-B9Ute22Xr0EZ8nwf_YdLa6ua_IhyW/s400/SDC10434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382028557598699602" /></a> This is so utterly mega beautiful. Lucky lucky us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPw4j9_zUA-gDszxbV_MUNKc25mqJM6ghVtIbeYbABxp77cH8FI5N5BSOagNypqEGxLPYp8vLQfwDa_xWGM9MHD9_eom5mZw3oAJJ5Oj_6Qhv25MQu5ZiVzmksKoLi21MPMdwct-mFJ7VO/s1600-h/SDC10414.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPw4j9_zUA-gDszxbV_MUNKc25mqJM6ghVtIbeYbABxp77cH8FI5N5BSOagNypqEGxLPYp8vLQfwDa_xWGM9MHD9_eom5mZw3oAJJ5Oj_6Qhv25MQu5ZiVzmksKoLi21MPMdwct-mFJ7VO/s400/SDC10414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382028551065421618" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kn8J7MEVx4_7HnTzFBnYS2kxbhXeaByVOrkzYy8icAFyCaOLpbScQKTELl1jRKKA10BQ5-X7nfvZoUpY58wxVYoixTn1o1aufbtziJJMTWcI-BpNcAJx-lMLpGdt47BA3mqudVspml0f/s1600-h/SDC10377.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Finally, Pat gets his own back on one of the girls he's sharing his month with... poor Joie!<br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kn8J7MEVx4_7HnTzFBnYS2kxbhXeaByVOrkzYy8icAFyCaOLpbScQKTELl1jRKKA10BQ5-X7nfvZoUpY58wxVYoixTn1o1aufbtziJJMTWcI-BpNcAJx-lMLpGdt47BA3mqudVspml0f/s400/SDC10377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382027470985490098" /></a>On our way out of Oxford we go over this toll bridge and are the only vehicle that aren't asked to pay - thank you Oxford County Council for the free passage!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgwuCs_EeYHqliQDD4PY3cUzd2YjXaC9O5uArx-s9I2akxeDUhU0cNYxfMhXgnq6ctY3hdqwUnjCE4hvmRaaaClpSivcq2wqHjMqqWFaYTJtiSMczdOsyqZzSmezQU7k_tBqd59Wfjy3r/s1600-h/SDC10364.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgwuCs_EeYHqliQDD4PY3cUzd2YjXaC9O5uArx-s9I2akxeDUhU0cNYxfMhXgnq6ctY3hdqwUnjCE4hvmRaaaClpSivcq2wqHjMqqWFaYTJtiSMczdOsyqZzSmezQU7k_tBqd59Wfjy3r/s400/SDC10364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382027462073245186" /></a> Brad riding up high with Climate Rush flags waving in the wind.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRbtQCz-hiuXYqZYN-TszQvl7I2ea7tsNAv8Na4rMhuYwna0aTntiZvXhEndSVFgGnyJxPsN61NYrdvUVpRBX-o9f7Xg11GwS-HUm1mNFZhXi0sx7Zj8WUKafQg4kPgYBCKMe5qOzzJKM/s1600-h/SDC10354.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRbtQCz-hiuXYqZYN-TszQvl7I2ea7tsNAv8Na4rMhuYwna0aTntiZvXhEndSVFgGnyJxPsN61NYrdvUVpRBX-o9f7Xg11GwS-HUm1mNFZhXi0sx7Zj8WUKafQg4kPgYBCKMe5qOzzJKM/s400/SDC10354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382027454158292066" /></a>Cordelia with one of the rescue horses. We shared the field with three horses. This one had been so neglected that its hooves had rotted through. After a year in a dark stable recovering she is now able to stand and run a bit, but will never be able to gallop with the others.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxoqSIrSEkrnCo3S_jJbWJkP3YJN8FsblRnKKfQZ2KAqk2bIRpKFGj0jKrXrPb9z5tfAfVHCCVkFrQvHfnblIPEWXa3YNUcQOUlsjomrngq-P10CJtIBPH40NtjXWyVFqtJN45LbL_0JYZ/s1600-h/SDC10349.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxoqSIrSEkrnCo3S_jJbWJkP3YJN8FsblRnKKfQZ2KAqk2bIRpKFGj0jKrXrPb9z5tfAfVHCCVkFrQvHfnblIPEWXa3YNUcQOUlsjomrngq-P10CJtIBPH40NtjXWyVFqtJN45LbL_0JYZ/s400/SDC10349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382027452220169138" /></a> And this is how you use it - with leisure and the latest 'harvest' copy of Here Comes the Sun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAMBsbP_7lcN6T3zivi-bXugZGV0vHnsOxPRpDdYlR3neA2F4iEmalaViW_rTKbTiz-zrGTpFB-LFUBFJK0HRjGLXAhv-Ba8QCmCGl6pVJ-BLzaikUYbMWASJYyedPxTJ_bHCwefzVsiR/s1600-h/SDC10347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAMBsbP_7lcN6T3zivi-bXugZGV0vHnsOxPRpDdYlR3neA2F4iEmalaViW_rTKbTiz-zrGTpFB-LFUBFJK0HRjGLXAhv-Ba8QCmCGl6pVJ-BLzaikUYbMWASJYyedPxTJ_bHCwefzVsiR/s400/SDC10347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382027443039381810" /></a> The compost loo at our Oxford site. One half for no.1s and the other side too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwygpXO-0ThumhnhQk-9_5t9Y06WthbvNhTefFnIspNv_uA6UlEqomGR01je29HEe5ov58alJ2-sjMBDFr5OEut8Q655ddxzC6sTYDNaLuT_-Xk587cgrBbkQc4E3m7SjplfWdsidU2lk5/s1600-h/SDC10345.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwygpXO-0ThumhnhQk-9_5t9Y06WthbvNhTefFnIspNv_uA6UlEqomGR01je29HEe5ov58alJ2-sjMBDFr5OEut8Q655ddxzC6sTYDNaLuT_-Xk587cgrBbkQc4E3m7SjplfWdsidU2lk5/s400/SDC10345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026075105272722" /></a>Cordelia about to fall into the river that was at the foot of our Oxford camp - perfect for early morning swims and general chilled revelling.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5OFCeszDpMxmcCsAfjaXgrFkeXc8dpahshTaPjJ-afDIBfJOikUQSJNjPvELyHeGdlIaR5DUsKnOrQcRuHg1i7n1OYV3XULfYUiT-dQyG08Hm5RU-vxEyPXfmmm9cKWAH4HmCaTLxJsn/s1600-h/SDC10335.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5OFCeszDpMxmcCsAfjaXgrFkeXc8dpahshTaPjJ-afDIBfJOikUQSJNjPvELyHeGdlIaR5DUsKnOrQcRuHg1i7n1OYV3XULfYUiT-dQyG08Hm5RU-vxEyPXfmmm9cKWAH4HmCaTLxJsn/s400/SDC10335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026067177665298" /></a> Deborah in her pre-raphaelite 'Ophelia' pose. She does it So well!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnh04wO616J5lTh_69x8l0fwNSGB_e_6lMcrY3v-zagCPOV0KPuYcF5yhrisytmu6rqtonAr_OkRyA7COCdGwBBjl-AFxtp_8NzZtEUqyTMSd-eHpqSlYOvnXkDfW_3T-aXhz35C5G-DJe/s1600-h/SDC10331.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnh04wO616J5lTh_69x8l0fwNSGB_e_6lMcrY3v-zagCPOV0KPuYcF5yhrisytmu6rqtonAr_OkRyA7COCdGwBBjl-AFxtp_8NzZtEUqyTMSd-eHpqSlYOvnXkDfW_3T-aXhz35C5G-DJe/s400/SDC10331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026057938615842" /></a> Cadi is the flower girl. Pretty meadows all the way.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLBVtrQCHgxvwd1plf19wHgxt8bv2nAK05-_yxMGbpfv19oW6NQMZspKuDdiBtcDmIGPpsfFHVR-bqF_ywNYb1rMRnGBX4FRZ-0KVKP-BzPEYRKYdssdUmuCucqQRYRLYnsZJ-VaDpt0g/s1600-h/SDC10328.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLBVtrQCHgxvwd1plf19wHgxt8bv2nAK05-_yxMGbpfv19oW6NQMZspKuDdiBtcDmIGPpsfFHVR-bqF_ywNYb1rMRnGBX4FRZ-0KVKP-BzPEYRKYdssdUmuCucqQRYRLYnsZJ-VaDpt0g/s400/SDC10328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026056743082738" /></a> Cordelia and Fred (post arrest) horsing around<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthqBI4z5CHNs2c6FIznsLdLjmnii3BhvP8RPCZlDtuROTtGynboL4Q5PxMVFUv64fTotXjdMlJ2USMDra-MVbjUxDNFEZcDv6Z95CDVlUstFUpk4DB8LQ6s9dgQpQeMbnhwqvPQ9izj5R/s1600-h/SDC10326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthqBI4z5CHNs2c6FIznsLdLjmnii3BhvP8RPCZlDtuROTtGynboL4Q5PxMVFUv64fTotXjdMlJ2USMDra-MVbjUxDNFEZcDv6Z95CDVlUstFUpk4DB8LQ6s9dgQpQeMbnhwqvPQ9izj5R/s400/SDC10326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026046586679090" /></a> Oh most wondrous Nuala - lender of a field, giver of water and finest malt whisky.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/></div><div> And into Oxford with the setting sun</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNZsV32Q96A-sj5MWJNoe6W_rqqWQLeNVpnZ85F31sGaRaMM1Lm5Pj9MP0nQhhFBMwDn2Ga-k1To3G8qgAREob3q3qdwh6HCtLDC_g9sqNzFPOsVW1W7b76e4kdcrHhSjxindKFcuVfma/s1600-h/SDC10309.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNZsV32Q96A-sj5MWJNoe6W_rqqWQLeNVpnZ85F31sGaRaMM1Lm5Pj9MP0nQhhFBMwDn2Ga-k1To3G8qgAREob3q3qdwh6HCtLDC_g9sqNzFPOsVW1W7b76e4kdcrHhSjxindKFcuVfma/s400/SDC10309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381028017455370402" /></a> Past city gates<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381025263630280818" /></a> Gathering water from a horse along the way for lay-by lunch<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cR9U-lMd20QV26YofubOVe24Xw4aEsR-yMMbzJ7yRs8cIyNVlxLmUQ9gUaX8FaL4uzapcfKSdYhjJ6QtggmASbGhpzA4FCJZ68fIdp-KSMqSKjm5wsf-9quOauYnsMmH4m9aGc252NSs/s1600-h/SDC10279.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cR9U-lMd20QV26YofubOVe24Xw4aEsR-yMMbzJ7yRs8cIyNVlxLmUQ9gUaX8FaL4uzapcfKSdYhjJ6QtggmASbGhpzA4FCJZ68fIdp-KSMqSKjm5wsf-9quOauYnsMmH4m9aGc252NSs/s400/SDC10279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381025258127012482" /></a> Chilling out in the lay-by<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvjDVAIhTrQRWLagsxTiYXlbJ0oxqgj7Gx9YxUAvJ0Okm36xBTIZbomKnZ5rD3Q6Gr859HJ_1yPpuhdpE4atVtriAmNEUXu7uxKTluTP1ygvbiVyazUGseKJV4zvDNGMpsmqLEfq2IE7G/s1600-h/SDC10269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvjDVAIhTrQRWLagsxTiYXlbJ0oxqgj7Gx9YxUAvJ0Okm36xBTIZbomKnZ5rD3Q6Gr859HJ_1yPpuhdpE4atVtriAmNEUXu7uxKTluTP1ygvbiVyazUGseKJV4zvDNGMpsmqLEfq2IE7G/s400/SDC10269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381025249072086210" /></a>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-76216174861686324472009-09-12T10:33:00.000-07:002009-09-13T11:03:11.461-07:00Between Towns Road - photos<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOsjUUPiiyvKFLBxZdFxw5JY4oAAjMokHZHiF3hk0ZPjp90JBet0wJSJDHnfgil68HajBJPFuXAbwj8YzH8q9sR6wYYZAIab4h3q6lTtCYe36JgL0UZdb4T7SpJ-6xNzphIRTu4VJxww-/s1600-h/SDC10248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOsjUUPiiyvKFLBxZdFxw5JY4oAAjMokHZHiF3hk0ZPjp90JBet0wJSJDHnfgil68HajBJPFuXAbwj8YzH8q9sR6wYYZAIab4h3q6lTtCYe36JgL0UZdb4T7SpJ-6xNzphIRTu4VJxww-/s320/SDC10248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381012319019526802" border="0" /></a>Well on our way (and twenty miles still to go): entering the next county...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2a04zsOznGAsUEJQsVmtAqDW-ZGXaE3mf4VPQh42uRdlgTSpqnPb20TeAihRaFleo7uk2fW6lCbkoU99rkuWXG5Gu9dlLwXPcgfjoMiEQG5MVmLGIRMSaZb2GN1tlNnPnQwVL_nz6SOYy/s1600-h/SDC10235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2a04zsOznGAsUEJQsVmtAqDW-ZGXaE3mf4VPQh42uRdlgTSpqnPb20TeAihRaFleo7uk2fW6lCbkoU99rkuWXG5Gu9dlLwXPcgfjoMiEQG5MVmLGIRMSaZb2GN1tlNnPnQwVL_nz6SOYy/s320/SDC10235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381010690870437218" border="0" /></a>The crew before setting off on an EPIC-ly long walk<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJ05fi5bYgFn_7UAcLviX5EPIdrE5x1I6aXGT9N5z9iSFaKWyfOpiE_scSVOHs9XUwbCn9cHg4jTzR5E3oQVJglRG4l9-flyilEAdZIhyphenhyphenrdkKZ5LCezV03T9XnTasgTKf9oJNCeJVeN2Y/s1600-h/SDC10227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJ05fi5bYgFn_7UAcLviX5EPIdrE5x1I6aXGT9N5z9iSFaKWyfOpiE_scSVOHs9XUwbCn9cHg4jTzR5E3oQVJglRG4l9-flyilEAdZIhyphenhyphenrdkKZ5LCezV03T9XnTasgTKf9oJNCeJVeN2Y/s320/SDC10227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381010066172450402" border="0" /></a>Kids at kids activity day (Haddenham)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhok8CmP-Xkgf8zy6gwvleUvVy5zO8KT7eoUEUWNQuVPzzWDMMUhgeK_XDvFGKRjAjtn8EuW3gb3-U-2oUD4BRO4ZmAbBUIwQt0ggjhiusWMMZHeuIQPuSsFRx-gwksgPv6UrxgbPWX1Qh_/s1600-h/SDC10225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhok8CmP-Xkgf8zy6gwvleUvVy5zO8KT7eoUEUWNQuVPzzWDMMUhgeK_XDvFGKRjAjtn8EuW3gb3-U-2oUD4BRO4ZmAbBUIwQt0ggjhiusWMMZHeuIQPuSsFRx-gwksgPv6UrxgbPWX1Qh_/s320/SDC10225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381005187166773218" border="0" /></a>Vlad ill in the bender tent<br /></div>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-41506674933558226832009-09-12T10:27:00.004-07:002009-09-12T10:36:34.636-07:00Between Towns Road - wordsTamsin writes...<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">It’s true.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This blog has been a little infrequent… But it’s difficult, cause every day that we don’t walk 15 miles plus, we are running from event to event, raising awareness about the big threat: climate change.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s an ambitious programme and one that we are all living for and enjoying a lot, but boy it does make you sleepy at the end of the day.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">So from our early beginnings in Sipson, with representatives from many sites of environmental struggle visiting, to us here in Oxford – visiting one of those representative: Miriam.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was our representative from Radley Lakes – the lakes that N-Power poisoned by filling with ash cause they couldn’t find anywhere else to put it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And now we’re staying on her field, or at least the field where she stays, which actually belongs to Nuala – a green councillor in Oxford and a prison veteran (CND) with a past at Greenham Common.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">When we arrived last night it was late.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We’d pushed on all day, completing a route that we’d allowed two days for - <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>and finally we were crossing over into Oxford Town, under a bypass, round a ring-road and then we were promised a vegan curry, hot and ready, feed for the horses, two cans of meat for Dash, the dog, and (best of all) the first lie-in of the roadshow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>By lie-in I mean 8.30 – which after the 6am starts we’ve been having seemed enough bliss to make walking into dusk and night worth it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were planning to stop en route – find a field and lay some canvas over the carts to create a make-shift bed, surprising a farmer the following day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But that would have meant another early morning and with a 1pm appointment at Oxford Airport the following day we’d have needed to make tight progress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Instead we stopped for a late lunch in a layby along the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We grinned as truckers passing by honked their support (I guess) and climbed under a bridge to soak our feet in freezing water, which was mega-lush.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">What exactly happened yesterday is all a bit of a blur.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The tarmac was hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Our bag were heavy and Cadi and Elly kept lifting spirits with their everso well polished camp-fire songs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The layby that we stopped in was only a little while (in a car) from Oxford.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We pulled over cause five minutes before we’d had a very well-spoken man informed us that we’d ‘created a tail-back over eight miles long and it’s getting nasty!’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were suitably shocked and apologetic before a car screamed past this time with some arsey little kids shouting ‘stoners’ followed fast by old ladies telling us quite how much they really liked our costumes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Cadi and Elly’s singing was best.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They have a repertoire that includes protest songs, camping songs, Christian songs – anything with a bit of a melody, a sad refrain and a catchy chorus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Most of the walk I’d wangled Joie’s bike – a rickety old thing, that I keep getting told ‘reminds me of the bike I used to cycle in my youth’ – it’s one of those back-pedal affairs, so that it’s kind of difficult to control when biking slow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You need to remember to stop pedalling, to actually exert some pressure backwards cause otherwise you’re gonna keep clipping the heals of the person in front of you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Unfortunately for Cadi and Elly I just could not get enough of their voices so stayed fast behind them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Every ten minutes or so I’d shout to Cadi, just too late for her to mind the front of the bike grazing her feet.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">There were a fair few injuries yesterday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I guess it’s bound to happen if you’re pushing to do over 25 miles in a day (we took a Very long way round from Haddenham to avoid any hills).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Quite early in the morning stint Anna, friend of Yamuna and new Rush recruit, strained a ligament yet somehow managed to soldier on for another 20 or so miles… And then there were Millie’s blisters and my big toe and poor poor Vlad with his tummy bug.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Thank God – Cordelia has returned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She’s the artist behind the beautiful banners we’re taking with us on the road and she is also a tidy person.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Since Vlad got ill she has been in charge of health and safety and I guess that is the major reason why his germ has not got spread.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her return also means daily meetings were we work out all those important things that are worth working out, like who exactly is going to wash-up, cook breakfast, build the fire in the morning etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s a blessing – cause she doesn’t moan nor nag, she just reminds us how nice it is when everything feels just a little more sorted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Right – so the story of yesterday was it was mighty exhausting but a big reason for pride cause we walked far and then we arrived and then we set up our tents, said a tearful goodbye to Elly (and the most exciting gossip point of the camp…), said a big hullo to Clover, drank a little can of beer and then slept til 8.30 and woke to this morning and today (unfortunately my darn camera had bruk by this point) when we got Sufragetted up and made our merry way to London Oxford Airport.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">So this is the point when my words are gonna have to make do for the photos that we should have got.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I met up with Yamuna and Deborah to help them carry the guacamole and bulgar wheat mix that they had made out to the Airport.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The rest of the gang were packing costumes, banner, sashes, a violin and croquet set (I know – it’s gonna be terrible for that darn posh protester image – but the woman whose field we’re staying in had a set to spare, and I’m sure it’s in keeping with the history of the Suffragettes… and the kids there did love it!)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">We met up on a corner some ten minute walk or so from the Airport.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So why target that airport?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Apart, of course, the usual desire to shut down carbon intensive infrastructure… Well they expanded their runway last year – the biggest structural expansion of the airport since WWII – and now they want more flights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Apart from the private jets that fly daily they now want daily business flights throughout the week, to six new short-haul European destinations – including Plymouth, Geneva and Amsterdam.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They also want to increase the number of leisure charter flights they run – to Newquay and Jersey (at least).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They’ve rebranded the airport ‘LONDON Oxford’ in a bid to attract budget airlines like RyanAir and EasyJet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I guess they’re kinda keen to key into the incredible business that Stansted has enjoyed just by virtue of it being close enough to London to be called LONDON Stansted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And more flights can only mean more emissions, more noise, more local pollution.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">So we decided it was a worthy target for our tour of sustainable solutions and climate criminals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It came down on the side of climate criminal by the way…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Joie was a wonder (as ever) with the kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Whilst she plus many an under -12 played croquet on the lawn that had been allocated for our protest we decided to picnic in the road in front of the airport, blocking any traffic from entering.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The police stood on watching and warning us, from time to time, that if we stayed there we might well encounter a problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When one of them told me that I might be about to start breaking my bail conditions (I’m not supposed to go near any airport for… ‘unlawful purposes’) I decided it was time to shoot off and luckily for me my godfather had appeared and was able to provide a hasty exit.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">The protest was fairly well attended but it did lack a certain spikey edge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The Climate Rush has always towed a line between the most respectable of protests and pushing boundaries , rubbing up against the powers that continue to promote high carbon lifestyles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I guess it’s a real difficulty, turning up in places, putting on events and hoping that the people you find will be as frustrated with expanding airports as those who have spent their lives fighting the cancer of Heathrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Radical action does not come easy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And on a sunny Saturday afternoon in Oxford it’s easier to hit the cafes or parks than to join a protest against a distant expansion plan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As I walked through the crowds of shoppers on the Cornmarket I remembered our bike rush – when over 500 climate rushers had been a spectacle for the tens of thousands of shoppers on Oxford Street on a sunny evening in June.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">In the zine that we are handing out as we go along – ‘Here Comes the Sun’ – there is a quote.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It goes something like – ‘no single action brings about revolution.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A revolution is the weight of thousand of individual acts.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know that this is true.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know that the future we hope to promise, the idea that we can mobilise against the threat of climate change, or at least, at very least, prepare more hearts and minds for what that future may be, will not be realised any time soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And yet, I do wish that the enormous energy and power we have found with the Climate Rush would hurry up and transform our world.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-75053045339081930272009-09-11T07:43:00.000-07:002009-09-11T08:10:10.044-07:00Haddenham, young and old<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'DejaVu Sans Condensed';">Yamuna writes:</span></p><p><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans Condensed;font-size:100%;">I woke up later than everyone else, cocooned between a lightly snoozing Vlad and amidst the tossle and tumble of the communal bender. I had a slight recollection of waking some hours earlier to the swish of a suffragette skirt and the soft voices of the other campers getting ready to outreach to the children on their way to school. I missed out on the porridge breakfast, receiving instead a warm cup of tea. I had only arrived on the rush two days ago and am still adjusting to the dynamic of the camp and the people, finding out the best way to stoke a fire or wash a fire blackened pot.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans Condensed;font-size:100%;">We are staying in Haddenham, a small village, complete with thatched cottages, a green and a pond. Our camp looks inkeeping with the place and almost all the villagers have been supportive and interested in our strange gypsy rabble. After a morning in the pub with Alice, a laptop and a pot of tea, compiling facts and questions about the Copenhagen meetings in December, I went back to the camp to cook lunch for the group. Deborah's parents had brought a small picnic of bread, humous, and a container of home-grown tomatoes which we ate as we collected ingredients for our rice and dhal lunch. While the food cooked, we welcomed back the Rushers who had come back from distributing our newly arrived zines (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; ">http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1808930533) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'DejaVu Sans Condensed'; ">in Thame and Aylesbury. With the horses grazing out on the green in front of us we soon had a crowd of after-school children petting the horses and visiting the camp. Rushers painted faces, did fancy dress and half of our bender was converted into a cinema where they could watch child-friendly videos about climate change.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans Condensed;font-size:100%;">In the evening Dave from Transition Town Thame and District had called a meeting in the Red Lion Pub called 'What's Copenhagen All About?' Having a climate scientist in the room, we deferred to Martin Hodson (the vicar's husband) to give us a quick run-down of the international talks in December. Dave then spoke about his vision for Haddenham for the 5<sup>th</sup> December 'Stop Climate Chaos' march in London. He wants to get 2000 people from the local area to collectively protest, hoping to enthuse the community into taking action together. They agreed that though the Copenhagen talks may not be successful, it was an important thing in terms of building a mass movement. We ended it with Cordelia doing a banner-making workshop, showing them how to use a projector to trace out lettering. We made two signs saying 'SLOW DOWN CLIMATE CATASTROPHE AHEAD' to hold on the road the next day.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans Condensed;font-size:100%;">Much later on, a small team of us sat out on the grass, chopping up fine vegetables to cook a pasta with. A local man dropped by and gave us bags and bags of seasonal vegetables from his allotment, chillis, kale, tomatoes. Another woman brought us a jar of home-made plum jam. The mood of the camp was peaceful, it had been an easy day and the weather, as usual, pleasant. We ended the day much as we had started it, cocooned next to each other in the candlelight of the bender, anticipating the walk to Oxford the next day.</span></p></span>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-19901623692853329142009-09-09T11:45:00.000-07:002009-09-11T10:43:28.849-07:00Brill School is Brill, so too Aylesbury Fayre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQiXvfy_4Em6niewKWX47YiFwGRdGaeLoClZsb_P-cVtiLojEwXLI0DSFCUpMSrypfn2JjveHf6Gt3Z7zJxQCBbVMqJ75J42qcP4BAyX5tmWcnKGZoi35FIqPX3kRdzrySdYhWE_yuoEJ/s1600-h/SDC10219.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQiXvfy_4Em6niewKWX47YiFwGRdGaeLoClZsb_P-cVtiLojEwXLI0DSFCUpMSrypfn2JjveHf6Gt3Z7zJxQCBbVMqJ75J42qcP4BAyX5tmWcnKGZoi35FIqPX3kRdzrySdYhWE_yuoEJ/s320/SDC10219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379549619999879602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxuUnT2IDuUVfUkBiqElzJcFp9LEuIVh2Jzd61B4iSE_spvIbc1ILQzAHreQsaLydB5n5-0phhO3LLXLg8wvz_bHsWLSCPhUpqxcYFrp5I_jv0pF8cYtjhksl_CRQWtZ4Hkgmhdsk3y-X/s1600-h/SDC10215.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxuUnT2IDuUVfUkBiqElzJcFp9LEuIVh2Jzd61B4iSE_spvIbc1ILQzAHreQsaLydB5n5-0phhO3LLXLg8wvz_bHsWLSCPhUpqxcYFrp5I_jv0pF8cYtjhksl_CRQWtZ4Hkgmhdsk3y-X/s320/SDC10215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379549610048566994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qXOKzCTGfjZ3Nh810gebIQrCoLhyiAmAVR0KBD3sbTazxthIsf-riLboDpsPzKswFoEha9TVYdPYvJu36JSyQRfTmO4_MC5UfbXqKYFjO0TvwT_WgZXeM3ik9eKjJmUwFS31THGN8F7V/s1600-h/SDC10207.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qXOKzCTGfjZ3Nh810gebIQrCoLhyiAmAVR0KBD3sbTazxthIsf-riLboDpsPzKswFoEha9TVYdPYvJu36JSyQRfTmO4_MC5UfbXqKYFjO0TvwT_WgZXeM3ik9eKjJmUwFS31THGN8F7V/s320/SDC10207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379549601436731378" /></a><br />Tamsin writes:<br /><div><br /></div><div>Today was a hectic day. First we split in to three groups - the stay at camp and make it pretty enough to fit with the most picturesque surroundings of Haddenham group; the go to Brill school with Caroline Lucas MEP group; and the go into Aylesbury to prepare for the Aylesbury Green Fayre group.<div><br /></div><div>The three groups were busy busy - I met Caroline at the station before heading to an incredible example of all that a school can do at Brill. Two wind turbines (one huge), a lot of photovoltaic cells, a carbon neutral building, organic garden and more. Lots of sweet young things running around and growing up in such blissful surroundings, learning about all what their future will look like, and how they should deal with that. Unfortunately, Brill has no public transport and though we tried to get there the carbon neutral way (on our own two feet) it was totally impossible to get to without a car for at least a bit of the way. </div><div><br /></div><div>And then it was us in Aylesbury waiting for Hugh Fearnley-Wittingstall and BBC Oxford ready to begin our fayre. It was a haphazard affair but it actually worked. A lot of Aylesbury folk peering from above their mid-afternoon pint and slowly being cajoled into joining by Caroline Lucas's smile, words and the fliers she gave out on our behalf. What an honour to have her along with us! </div><div><br /></div><div>Joie managed a cardboard city where kids built their vision of a sustainable Aylesbury, Alice and Elly wrote postcards to the local green candidate, we charged phones from our solar panels, called a ceilidh whilst Hugh charmed the crowd, moving from person to person and answering their worries about local food and produce. Vlad blagged a whole load of pears and plums from the garden at Bucks County Museum, and someone turned up with load of fresh artichoke hearts which we peeled with a knife from the pub next door. At 6 the zines turned up - the harvest issue of Here Comes the Sun (make friends with her on facebook http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1808930533&ref=ts) full of celebrities responding to climate change and a beautiful poster of UK endangered species by Harry Malt. The perfect thing to hand jaded Aylesbury shoppers.</div><div><br /></div><div>I took the 'personalities' back to have a look at our camp, for delicious cider around the fire as the sun set. Soon the others will be back from town - tomorrow will be a quieter day just staying in the village.</div><div><br /></div><div>XX CR</div></div>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-41286037082902253602009-09-08T15:32:00.000-07:002009-09-08T16:03:36.803-07:00Free-wheeling to HaddenhanWe woke to the high rafters of Piggott's farm barn, with the light seeping through, Dash the dog's nose in our faces and a reluctance to emerge from our make-shift beds. Our journey to Haddenham began at 10 after a breakfast of mashed potato and baked-beans to keep us going for the day. <div><br /></div><div>We also revealed Tamsin's 'dramatically bleeding' chin cut (aquired whilst attempted cat rescue from the rafters, it turned out she needed rescuing in the end); in fact, no more than a few scratches, well covered by a child's snail plaster. Aha! </div><div><br /></div><div>After a last tinkle on the piano (this farm, after all, has been the home of 'band camp' for almost 80 years), we packed up our carts with banners, blankets and flyers.<div><div><br /></div><div>The horses were given a well earned rest as a friendly neighbour hitched our wagons to their land-rover and drove us down Piggott's hill and up another. I foraged mushrooms, apples and blackberries in the sunshine as the horses and rushers caught up, and chatted to curious locals about what our journey entailed. </div><div><br /></div><div>The sun burnt hot as we ventured, singing, along tree-lined roads; bicycles, horses and walkers (barefoot and booted both) rolled along at vaguely unsynchronised paces, intersecting with stories, climate conversation and the occasional stop for blister treatment. Traffic management takes a front seat when you are travelling with horses on 50mph roads; while most waiting drivers were receptive to a leaflet and a chat, others seemed more impatient. We plan to make a sign reading 'Slow Down: Climate Catastrophe Ahead'.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stopping late for a long lunch in a field, we let the horses loose, aired our feet and washed in the stream, brewing a well-needed cuppa. We also managed to charm the farmer, Neil, who was well won over to the cause by the sweet smiles of suffragettes. Some much needed shade provided a respite from the heat wave (long may it continue!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Wheeling through country roads for the last stretch to Haddenham, it was glorious in the low late sunshine, pushing forward to our resting point for a few nights. And when we arrived it was everything and more, a lush village green in front of the church has provided our campsite, the horses have a spot to stay and friendly locals, from young children ('are you really going to Totnes, in real life?') to an old friend of Deborah's in a mobility scooter. Telling people about climate change in a suffragette costume, accompanied by a horse and cart, is one of the nicest things to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then it was Tamsin's turn, in the church next to the green, with a youth service on climate change. The exchange of ideas between the local worshippers and us climate rushers was an interesting point of intersection between two groups of people who believe the apocalypse is coming - our emphasis was certainly on taking inclusive action now on both a local and global scale to create transition. I guess theirs is too...</div><div><br /></div><div>A quick planning meeting later, and we are snuggled up in our candle-lit tent, with a drop of whisky to keep us cosy and sweet dreams of days past and to come.</div></div></div>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-13065584452096817182009-09-07T15:17:00.001-07:002009-09-07T15:30:32.654-07:00From campsite to campsite<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvhkHr06oWQzjzJvz0-29sgSaLKoDike4ILMb7k8DnB3sDajKQicHXFzP_ZKbMQJMOo_Xg9aSG7UAKrjgXZuakzyIqlzmVOtvTnJ30lr4mTYeykiSb-GOgTgtlvBsNGLnMAOTi1K1HGXi/s1600-h/SDC10105.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvhkHr06oWQzjzJvz0-29sgSaLKoDike4ILMb7k8DnB3sDajKQicHXFzP_ZKbMQJMOo_Xg9aSG7UAKrjgXZuakzyIqlzmVOtvTnJ30lr4mTYeykiSb-GOgTgtlvBsNGLnMAOTi1K1HGXi/s320/SDC10105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378855255816154370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBtj-Jb1hC_wY3buh_xgP6gRk2YtMYpLpHlKheyEa44_w9I5xJx8MzvRnxzX9CqDJ2GZIYd6BLhyphenhyphenHciamo86JV0pV8tw7ncD46xzGrqgGHOQuyiO_UGFzRJWDVdod5IbjwITOe9qgn3v_/s1600-h/SDC10170.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBtj-Jb1hC_wY3buh_xgP6gRk2YtMYpLpHlKheyEa44_w9I5xJx8MzvRnxzX9CqDJ2GZIYd6BLhyphenhyphenHciamo86JV0pV8tw7ncD46xzGrqgGHOQuyiO_UGFzRJWDVdod5IbjwITOe9qgn3v_/s320/SDC10170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378855247730533986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHh2Uz5PqU3Vm1zdyrLiElbOVf4ZL96fQURhSca202_50kWey9KFEAsfsC7v6nsniKFfXsGREqqRxxeK4OyOpMW7KwokHvp3FFyxlbmNBWLXMr5L_4cjL-qC7v4ID04IvCd5-ju3Kz2yDV/s1600-h/SDC10141.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHh2Uz5PqU3Vm1zdyrLiElbOVf4ZL96fQURhSca202_50kWey9KFEAsfsC7v6nsniKFfXsGREqqRxxeK4OyOpMW7KwokHvp3FFyxlbmNBWLXMr5L_4cjL-qC7v4ID04IvCd5-ju3Kz2yDV/s320/SDC10141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378855239813671490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZP9BSIBPqUMV0WeQzlROHKsRXrh-4g1GMqKzouHLQ45LHLz-sgy8-89pAeQypvKqq0Oo9IBm5SIciDnVn94yXrZ-jAPTq02oWs_FG2uXH4dHHC19R8sIsW3HUDGV2GDEShJhi_axFQMd/s1600-h/SDC10128.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZP9BSIBPqUMV0WeQzlROHKsRXrh-4g1GMqKzouHLQ45LHLz-sgy8-89pAeQypvKqq0Oo9IBm5SIciDnVn94yXrZ-jAPTq02oWs_FG2uXH4dHHC19R8sIsW3HUDGV2GDEShJhi_axFQMd/s320/SDC10128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378855231364370866" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=";font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">The day began under with a slow wake up surrounded by six other sleeping bodies, squashed sardine-style under a tarp draped between the two carts. Dash had spent the night round my feet, which was great for me, but not so great for Joie, who had him nibbling at her eye-brows most of the night. Kicking him off and crawling out from beneath the cart wheels, I grabbed my laptop and took it up to the outside power source to charge before the journey. The socket was in the wall, hidden in the leaves beneath an ivy root - usually used by film crews. Back at the camp, the group was getting up, setting a fire, cooking porridge with one of my mother's out-of-date fair-trade Geobars for flavouring. A quick pow-wow with Tamsin, a shopping list of things to find in High Wycombe, and she set off with Vlad by bike, ahead of the walking crew. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=";font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=";font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Jennifer, who owns the place, came out to offer us some lemon drizzle cake from her freezer as we packed up. She'd already been so incredibly kind, and it was very touching. Shortly after 10am we set off - over Hall Barn's private motor-way bridge over the M40, up into Beaconsfield and along the A40 to High Wycombe. A few passers-by looked nonchalant as we dashed through the traffic to hand them fliers. Others ignored us altogether. Then we saw someone running down the road towards us - a woman with a three year old in her arms and hand-in-hand with a girl of about eight, both kids in their pyjamas, clearly so excited to have seen us they had to run out of the house half-dressed to follow us.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=";font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=";font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Surprisingly, we didn't pick up a police escort until a couple of miles down the road, which was odd considering we'd had a pretty persistent tail throughout our journey the day before. Eventually a woman in a high viz jacket joined the trail and told us we should have informed her that we were on the road. Weird how little communication there is between departments.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=";font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=";font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Finally we made it into High Wycombe and down to the Environment Centre, where we were met by its volunteers, members of the local Transition Town and a District Councillor. The press were late, so we unsaddled the horses and went upstairs to tuck into the lunch they’d kindly prepared for us. When the photographer finally turned up we got into our costumes and handed out sashes – 8 month old Naomi got tucked under a red ‘no new coal’ sash, and even the journalist who’d interviewed us joined in the picture, branded.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=";font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">We left the centre richer by a pot of local honey and five huge courgettes, flowers still intact. Having got into our costumes it seemed a shame to take them off so we marched down the drive in full-on Suffragette outfits, attracting the attention of a group of ladies-of-a-certain-age playing croquet. Tamsin and Elly ran over, standing on tiptoes to hand them some fliers over the hedge. We kept fliering as we marched into town, trying to engage the bemused locals while keeping up with Kim’s 5-mile-an-hour pace. It was hard to gauge their reactions. We stopped outside Primark for a photo and then at Morrisons for some food; at the latter a woman came and gave us a flier about her project (getting people from ethnic minorities and with disabilities into horse-riding) and a tenner as a donation. Sweet.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">As we headed out of the town a woman opened her front door, pointing out the horses to the baby in her arms.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Alice and I went to hand her a flier and it turned out she was a member of the Transition Town but hadn’t been able to make it down to the Environment Centre that day. ‘I don’t really like living here’ she said, ‘it’s not radical enough for me.’ We laughed, and she continued. ‘I don’t get to go on many demonstrations these days… but we’ll be going to London in December, won’t we?’ The baby stared up at me. I wondered if she knew about our plans for the Stop Climate Chaos march, and how she’d feel about taking someone so small into a situation that might prove more radical than she was expecting.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">The last leg of the journey took us up to Pigotts farm, which is where I’m writing this from. It’s a very special place to me – site of a music camp I’ve been coming to since I was three weeks old, backdrop of my very earliest memories, but also a place I’ve spent less time at this year than in any of my 24 years. Activism can be all-consuming, and it’s nice to stitch together these different parts of my life, to see Nick (who owns the place, and who has known my mother since </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">she</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> was born) talking about wood carving with Brad and telling Pat that he might know some of his distant cousins. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Now I’m using their wifi across from Vlad, who has found the costume store and donned a long curly blonde wig like a Polish transvestite. He is humming the bawdy homoerotic folk song he taught us all round the fire last night. Tomorrow we set off for Haddenham, the village I grew up in. I am unbelievably tired, but somehow I know that the minute we start walking I will be energised again. It’s a good feeling.</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462557939560227214.post-87444248284577966162009-09-07T02:21:00.000-07:002009-09-07T02:44:09.019-07:00Beginnings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ef5tGw0nwu3eYM5kb8Fi1KFS0QpAv9tRHowTYAwTc_KPWJExZdVff8SpFn2CLUqEHbf5JfPwGY1BLzBYQt6-IQGxvlRDMO8ZBHkLC42q9s7y38glhZFbPBzWg6sRG5Hfh09WJ2rGts_6/s1600-h/SDC10035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ef5tGw0nwu3eYM5kb8Fi1KFS0QpAv9tRHowTYAwTc_KPWJExZdVff8SpFn2CLUqEHbf5JfPwGY1BLzBYQt6-IQGxvlRDMO8ZBHkLC42q9s7y38glhZFbPBzWg6sRG5Hfh09WJ2rGts_6/s320/SDC10035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378658496920723058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQp83gy9bfdkabje6XwcARI6-bJYqP8VIDOwqbVrZW6uAXVMLq9N945fO3RB612h3iBodCkTDc5mhjyUj5W4ZyK9t6U68xrN4xPA_hr3Mwv0nhE56kCfUVuz_sbgrdsovYZ9mgJ6qkDkWV/s1600-h/SDC10068.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQp83gy9bfdkabje6XwcARI6-bJYqP8VIDOwqbVrZW6uAXVMLq9N945fO3RB612h3iBodCkTDc5mhjyUj5W4ZyK9t6U68xrN4xPA_hr3Mwv0nhE56kCfUVuz_sbgrdsovYZ9mgJ6qkDkWV/s320/SDC10068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378658482330245522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCbXfrbSPnAMX8Y_YJgS9SPbDFs6_EOiRtx86p7Aa6IzwigbA9vKIMI4ArEp_uCad0GLTxzM245W-IWxMcHZEifR67XGJqpWWLYd3D473GNBqb1lYjscGn1WbvxKqSxpaciqTb0N2v701/s1600-h/SDC10030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCbXfrbSPnAMX8Y_YJgS9SPbDFs6_EOiRtx86p7Aa6IzwigbA9vKIMI4ArEp_uCad0GLTxzM245W-IWxMcHZEifR67XGJqpWWLYd3D473GNBqb1lYjscGn1WbvxKqSxpaciqTb0N2v701/s320/SDC10030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378658469505893842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75GiSftwAFCXW4uen9V3qxEZAjUyKmessrQK3X1K3gcj8oZOQHiwGUcKrvT2zhx56vzTPp9llI3bHSW-nR82KwfVsOX457JAJFv6zm8dBGnYl0NboB4oJUsQbSUD5ikrBBDPJjApzYHRs/s1600-h/SDC10107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75GiSftwAFCXW4uen9V3qxEZAjUyKmessrQK3X1K3gcj8oZOQHiwGUcKrvT2zhx56vzTPp9llI3bHSW-nR82KwfVsOX457JAJFv6zm8dBGnYl0NboB4oJUsQbSUD5ikrBBDPJjApzYHRs/s320/SDC10107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378658458832290162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUp6Ls5C5gA2TyewHbnRkv_0otwpg7RR_urbiwYeoHs9qjMufehDbHsEGslUKcBGpLg3cdgQOlokIVvTXYlgco0-GzahzUfdkjdXGENYkyr5NcVM3U4Umdj9m9MAkPq2nscdtMqIhqC7b/s1600-h/SDC10095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUp6Ls5C5gA2TyewHbnRkv_0otwpg7RR_urbiwYeoHs9qjMufehDbHsEGslUKcBGpLg3cdgQOlokIVvTXYlgco0-GzahzUfdkjdXGENYkyr5NcVM3U4Umdj9m9MAkPq2nscdtMqIhqC7b/s320/SDC10095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378658444951842754" /></a><br />Less than four days ago we were packing up CR HQ and shoving fliers, posters, banners, costumes, shovels, candles, most of everything we keep in draws, into a car. That car was heading for Sipson where it would meet Mr Bradford Steer esq and his three horses (Blossom, Kim and Maneita (sp!)) and two gypsy carts. And it worked. At precisely 7.30pm on Thursday 4th September we were standing next to three enormous horses unlocking the gate to the Sipson Airplot. <div><br /></div><div>Our first night was hectic. Bending elder branches to form the frame of our tents. Banging holes with a sledgehammer and whittling twigs into tent pegs. Six fairly clueless Climate Rushers and one experienced traveller. But as the moon rose and the planes stopped roaring over head we could lay down our tools and look at the camp we had created. And it was perfect bliss. A camp fire with a kettle boiling and two rushers heading down the local indian to pick up some veg curry (we let ourselves cheat just that once...)</div><div><br /></div><div>The following day we dressed in our Suffragette finest, held our banners proud, were joined by the locals and headed for the perimeter fence of Heathrow Airport. And wow! The police stopped the traffic for us and gave us the best directions for causing havoc. Such a welcome surprise. As Tamsin broke her bail by going near an airport, the police just glanced merrily on. </div><div>http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/blog/2009/sep/04/climate-rush-horse-cart</div><div><br /></div><div>Events of the Airplot went well. Favourite moment - 2 am saturday night - locals and representatives from threatened communities (Rossport to Vestas to Glasgow) all drinking merry, listening to great music, having a party - and a bunch of locals turned to us and said 'thank you - we never even knew this land was here, for us'. We can be sure they'll be using the allotment so wonderfully provided by Greenpeace from now on.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now we're in heaven (well the camp is - I'm in Maccy D's using their wifi...) - a beautiful campsite near Beaconsfield. We'll be in High Wycombe for lunch with the Environmental Institute before another blissful camp this eve.</div><div><br /></div><div>Watch this space - we'll be blogging every day - and expect special guest blogs too. In Aylesbury Caroline Lucas and Hugh Fearnley-Wittingstill are joining us - we'll see if we can get their words.</div><div><br /></div><div>XXX DEEDS NOT WORDS!! </div>CLIMATE RUSHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06117530561948239916noreply@blogger.com0