“Mafia just means family. And we look after our family.” Anon African Honey Bees defend themselves fiercely, and our lives depend on it, as they pollinate our flowers and crops. These tiny bees have been our allies for a very long time, as this cave painting demonstrates. I listened to a Ted talk by Noah…

Our miniature sausage dog Rory can be a moody little bug*er, but it was definitely more than sulking this time – so we took him to one of our local vets, Laetitia Gaudeux. B2 came with me, holding him on her lap for much needed calm and support – I love that little guy, he…

Who am I to tell YOU how to be more eco-friendly? I’m just an ordinary person who had a weird moment with cling film. The memory is hazy, but Donald Trump had just come into power and I was thinking that’s terrible for environmental issues, when self-judgement kicked in. ‘Everyone wants to change the world,…

I was frantically scouring the shelves at The Crazy Store when I bumped into my daughter’s P.E. teacher, looking similarly harassed. She and a friend were looking for 50th birthday decorations, what was I doing?  ‘Buying fake treasure…and wondering where to find live earth worms for my friend Andrea’s compost bin.’ I added, as a…

I love humans. My friends and family are mostly humans, so it’s upsetting to be told that we are destroying the planet.   We get hoodwinked into buying expensive green alternatives, then told afterwards they are even worse because. Bombarded with alarmist headlines scaring us half to death as we go about our lives – then…

I started writing blogs in conjunction with publishing The Frog Theory 🐸 on the advise of a PR company. They said to blog about three things, and to stick to those three subjects, in order to start building an online presence. Choosing the first subject was easy. I immediately knew I wanted to write about…

Shortly after relocating from London to Botswana – I noticed a weird green ball had appeared in our lemon tree. I was wondering what it was when a bright yellow bird flew in, holding some grass. It was chattering and soon weaving the strand through the intriguing contraption – Holy fork – it was a nest!…