Community energy projects in the uk and how homeowners can join or start one locally
On certain evenings in a British winter, when the sky folds in early and the wind prowls around terraced streets,…
On certain evenings in a British winter, when the sky folds in early and the wind prowls around terraced streets,…
There is a quiet kind of magic that happens in a home just after sunset, when the last golden traces…
Some evenings, when the light slants low through a small window and dust motes hover like tiny planets, a modest…
On a clear January morning in Devon, the sun sits low, almost hesitant, just above the hedgerows. Inside a well-designed…
There is a particular kind of light in the UK that never quite makes it into the glossy brochures about…
The first time I noticed that a house had a “smell of its own” was in a tiny apartment in…
Somewhere at the end of a gravel road, far from the reassuring hum of the grid, a single lightbulb hangs…
On a damp Tuesday in late September, I found myself standing in a Devon field at dawn, boots slowly surrendering…
On a still winter morning, I stood in a quiet Cornish workshop watching a planer-thicknesser glide through a slab of…
On some evenings, when the light slips gently off the brick façades of British terraces, I like to stand in…