St Polycarp treasures.

A quick stroll around one of our favourite villages the other day: two previously undiscovered post-mat objects. Ancient concrete washing thing (what are these called?) now full of irises and house leeks.

Wonderful green and rust gate made of lattice metalwork, fence and possibly some parts of an old

ornate day bed.

The future is in a bright green shed.

This is a sensible man.
We need more people like this and we need to stop thinking about our human waste as something that must be removed with vast quantities of water.
My mum says she remembers that her dad used to store 'it' up in a big compost heap and then was well rotted, in it would go into the garden, the veggies and then ultimately back into the members of the family.

Mark (Howie) designer and fabricator of the Ecolette loos, makes, sells and hires them, often used at festivals and other large events.

The 'end result' compost he showed me was like perfect top soil, odourless, and rich looking, just after a few months. Perfect recycling.
Just one of the million things we all have to address after the non-end of the world . . .

Link to Mark's site: http://www.ecolette.net

Everyone must watch this . . .

Simple, engaging explication of how we have got into such a global nightmare of 'stuff'

And the animals went in two by two

I wasn't sure which blog category these should come under.
Art, general life, or Post-mat.
I opted for the last as I think they are just such a perfect example of odd wool usage; also they would survive any form of apocalypse and still be around in the true age of Post-Mat.
A lovely friend brought them round knowing I would wish to photograph, and immortalise them on a blog. She was given them by an elderly lady, whose life mission is to knit. Hot water bottle covers, bed throws, baby clothes and slippers . . .this pair are called Fifi and Mitzi and were, in some previous life,  poodles, skipping on jewelled leads on the Champs Élysées.

coffee cosy

Dual purpose wooly hat. I just rather liked it, sitting on Helen and Malcolm's breakfast table.

Old dog new bed

Poor old Una, we think she must be at least eighteen!! We have banned her from the sofa as she leaves certain . . . smells and sometimes . . . other things — aaahhhh!!

I found this green plastic box/tray/? thingy on the woodpile and with a swift cut of a jigsaw, thank you Ed, and added unwanted cushion and throw, we have a lovely cosy dog bed. Una hasn't tried to get back to the sofa, in fact I wouldn't mind a similar arrangement myself . . .as winter approaches. 

Wall decor

I saw these . . .things in a backstreet in Sigean. Someone did tell me what they originally were for, but I have forgotten. Are they not wondrous Mr Darcy: how much more beautiful villages would be if everyone were so inclined .  . .