Weed removal

Ooo, I have been neglecting this site. It's not that my Post Mat ideals have changed, I just don't seem to have much time to write my thoughts down.
Here's a saving post featuring Penny's brilliant gizmo for getting weeds out from between slabs/bricks — a knee knackering job.
Broom handle or similar stick, old paint stripping tool and gaffer tape and NO weed killer. Yey.

Chittings

I wasn't sure which blog to put these on, but Terry's lovely homemade chitting boxes steered me to the post-mat page.
I've never really known what chitting was. I usually just lob a bit of potato that is sprouting into the soil when it seems about the right time.

These are not just any old spuds: carefully chosen for flavour and each given it's own cocoon of card to provide just the right ambience to bring forth the correct type of sprouts, not straggly and long which is apparently what happens if you put them in the dark. Makes sense really when you think about spindly trees in a forest trying to reach to the light.
There was something so absolutely calming and comforting about seeing these nestling spuds. Think I might construct a box or two myself, and this year I will grow tomatoes, chillies and lettuce from seed . . . like I said last year.

things within things

Not strictly post-mat really, but I felt these images sent to me by Penny fitted this blog better.

I'm glad other people see faces in things — not just me . . .

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.