Ann Owen's blog

For this week’s topic on economics, I was planning to write a lovely light and positive article on Fresh and Local, our local market co-operative, but as a social reporter, I aim to report on what’s going down in my community and recent events have forced a change of plan. So apologies, but here it is:

So here we are, at the start of  another year, yet I hesitate to call it a “new” year, for there seems nothing new about it; deckchairs are still being re-arranged while the icebergs are melting out of existence, empty hype about the future of fracking can only emphasize the speed at which the

The British love their woodlands; if there was ever any doubt about that, the outraged protests when this tory government suggested selling off publicly owned forests, made this very clear. But how these woods are valued today is very different to how they were valued in the past.

To fly or not to fly is not a question that vexes me very much these days. A while back I did adopt the “I don't fly!” badge, an essential part of the credibility kit for the noble climate change warrior, but lately I've come to realise that especially in my case, it does as much good for the cause as does wearing sandals in winter.