Ar werth...

The things that you find when you're having a tidy-up -- we all own far too much stuff, and it clutters up our minds as well as our houses...

Bwyd...

So these are black radishes that I planted -- completely different to salad radishes.  These ones are quite small but they are just my thinnings, so they will get bigger.  They need to be cooked, and you see them here with my turnip thinnings -- quite nice really!

Yummy yummy challah which is always gone too soon!  L'shanah tovah!

And Sunday dinner with Dave's lovely baby carrots -- and boy were they carrot-y!

Bwyd

Who needs Tesco when I have...

...blackberries from Rea:

...runner beans from Gerry:

...eggs from Bridget:

...parsnip wine from D:

...apple sauce from Arriva Trains Wales:

...and baby root veg from my own garden!

The world has now gone officially completely mad...

Okay, so as any intelligent cook knows, you must pierce eggs before boiling them otherwise the air trapped in the shell will expand as the egg heats up and you'll get random trails of egg white in your water...  I've always just used an ordinary sewing pin for this for years and years and years.  Then, quite some number of years ago, I acquired this lovely little gizmo -- it's quite handy because it's got a magnet on the back so you can stick it on the fridge.  I think Dorothy might have given it to me but can't even remember, it's been that long...

So today I was piercing eggs ready to make a batch of egg, potato, and bacon mayo, and the lovely little bit of plastic broke...  Oh well, slightly sad, but not the end of the world, I'll just go back to using a sewing pin...

Then I foolishly Googled "egg piercer" and found this bit of shocking-ness -- with a built in "integral safety lock" -- so we're going to let you use the stove with a pan of water full of eggs, but we don't trust you not to prick yourself on what is not a particularly sharp pin???  Save me!  What ever happened to personal responsibility???

Off to go run with scissors...

Goleuadau!!!

At long last, it's finally here!!!!

So Saturday before last, we took the train down to Cardiff where the lovely Ian at Cyclopaedia had a chat with me about my lighting needs and he said he would sort out a dynamo kit for me and post it to me and he had complete faith in my ability to fit it myself...  Well, the parcel arrived yesterday afternoon, and I spent a good two hours last night fitting the dynamo every which way except the right way and finally, with the help of Peter White, whom I would love to visit in person if I lived even remotely near there, I figured out which way it SHOULD go...  It doesn't help that all this stuff is made in Germany and doesn't come with clear fitting instructions for English speaking people who didn't grow up somewhere where bikes are required to have lights by law and they've probably all been fitting dynamos since before they could walk...

So this is my kitchen table about 45 minutes ago when I was slightly starting to despair...

...but I persevered...  and I now have working lights!  Woo hoo!  Here's Sally II (batteries not included!!!) in all her glory:

I am going to do as my Mother said and not say anything at all unless I have something nice to say, so the MANY unhelpful bike shops in West Wales, Swansea, and Cardiff that I contacted will not get named publicly here, but if any of them happen to be reading this, they know who they are: If I've told you I'm looking for a dynamo system, please don't ignore me and tell me how much better battery lights are.  You've now all just lost my business forever...

Afalau a glanhau

In apple news, we made a quantity of apple brandy at the weekend, so now we only need to wait 8 weeks to taste the fruits of our labours!

It's pretty simple to make -- brandy, sugar, apples, and cinnamon -- and then agitate at intervals...  Am a bit sad though as I used up the last of my cinnamon stash from what Dorothy and Jim brought back years ago.  Spices really do keep forever if you don't grind them until you're about to use them...  Will have to find some more cinnamon now...  Anybody out there reading this in Sri Lanka?

In the news recently has been all this nonsense about not being able to buy higher powered vacuum cleaners now.  The EU (as usual) has focused their legislation in the wrong place.  What they need to be doing is banning inefficient cleaners of any power.  Personally I recommend the Dyson -- not only does it use less power and have more suction -- it's endlessly repairable (she says with sore fingertips after stretching that belt around the beater bar with the help of a couple of screwdrivers because of not having the proper tool...!)

The weather is continuing warm and largely sunny, but first thing in the morning it can be quite chilly and misty -- my ears nearly fell off this morning!

And to close with, some happy peppers, from my organic veg box!  :)

Dydd Mawrth

We've unexpectedly had a bit of Indian summer.  Of course, now that the days are getting shorter, that means I can't hang laundry out when I come home from work and have it be dry before bed, so need to do it before I leave in the morning when the sun's just coming up...  Benefits to line drying laundry outside in addition to saving money and electricity/gas are that the sunlight sterilises your laundry and that it smells yummy!  (Here's where the internet fails because I'd now like to put a link to the scent of my sheets...!)

Thinned Dave's carrots this evening in an attempt to evade the carrot fly...

And I also got to use my new water butt for the first time -- since I've put it in, it's rained nearly every day!  This company has deals with most water companies around the UK and they offer cheaper deals on water butts than anybody else I could find.  Not the easiest to install (or, rather, not as easy as they would have you believe...) but if you get stuck just ask as I'm now the expert!  So all the water coming off my big massive slope-y roof is now mine for free!

Final question before off to bed -- how do you know when rechargeable batteries have reached the end of their life?  This is not a quiz question -- I actually am looking for an answer!

Newyddion

Sorry, got rather distracted by various bike related things last week which I will hopefully shortly have an update on, but bikes really do tend to take over your life!  To that end, I've sorted myself out a bike corner in the kitchen now so the bike and all the bike stuff will live here and it will stop taking over my house...!  One of the problems with living in a car-centric culture is that there aren't ready-made solutions for other modes of transport.  When I had a car, I parked it on the street in front of my house.  I suppose I could leave the bike out front, but then it would get wet, so it has to come into the house and take up space in the world's smallest house...  So I got this handy wall hanger thingie, and then the other hook that my rucksack and jacket are hanging from is something that I found in this house when I bought it...

The garden is coming along in leaps and bounds...

...and we ate the first fruits of it (or should that be vegetables?) yesterday -- radishes -- the fastest growing edible plant ever!  (With the exception perhaps of nettles!!!)

And in fact, dinner yesterday was comprised completely of foods that I know the provenance of once again...

Lamb chops and kidneys courtesy of Patrick and potatoes dauphinoise courtesy of Bridget!

Pudding was apple crumble, courtesy of Arriva Trains Wales and 10 minutes of our labour...

Now the question is, what do I do with the rest of the apples?!  We picked about 24 pounds and there are still tons more there if anybody else wants...

Caws mintys?

Next instalment on the cheese tasting -- cheddar with mint...

Again, the label says "infused" which I think means something other than -- with chopped up bits scattered throughout...  When I first cut into it, visually it reminded me of something like the Teifi with nettles -- but nettles just go better with cheese than mint IMO!  Mind you, I love mint normally...  I make my own mint tea, if I get ice cream somewhere, there's a greater than 50% chance that I'll choose mint choc chip, Uncle Joe's Mint Balls rock, but with cheese?  Meh...

Still one more to go...but thinking that cheese should stick to just being cheese...!  :)

Ffa Dringo

Still looking at lighting systems for the bike... Anybody out there have any personal experience of Reelight or Magnic Light?

In other news, Bridget gave me some lovely runner beans...

...with which I made a yummy salad with some pole & line caught tuna and chives and thyme from Jessica's Garden...  Delicious!

Caws siocled?

Was going to write more tonight but got sucked in to researching bicycle dynamo lighting systems... I am looking to buy one, so if you have any personal experience, please do get in touch as none of the cyclists I know personally have any relevant knowledge...

We went to Llanwrtyd the other day and I bought this cheese -- Cheddar with Dark Chocolate...

"Infused" is the wrong word, because it's just got bits of chocolate in it....  It's interesting...  The cheddar isn't particularly strong.  It sort of like just putting some cheddar in your mouth and then putting some chocolate in your mouth.  It makes for a nice snack, but seems of limited utility somehow...  I've also got cheddar with mint and cheddar with ginger from the same people so will keep you posted when I get round to eating those...

Menig

I have a bad habit at work of leaning on my left elbow while I am doing stuff with the mouse in my right hand, and consequently I've now managed to destroy the elbows (left only!) of several perfectly good jumpers...  I couldn't bear to get rid of this one as it is cashmere and SO soft and yummy...

So, presto...  Wrist warmers!

(I have made a matching pair, but need one hand to hold the camera with...

The question is now, the rest of the jumper -- I was going to make a matching hat, but then I thought I could just turn it into a short-sleeved jumper -- but it is cashmere and has a polo neck -- and if it's warm enough to wear short sleeves, do I want to wear a cashmere polo neck jumper???  Any thoughts?

Croeso nol...!

And I'm back yet again...  Have spent the last nearly two years getting a little lost and sidetracked at times, but think I have found my way again (or at least the map) so we'll see how it goes...  Watch this space...

Sainsbury's Defeated

We did it!!!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-south-west-wales-20350253

Cloud Cuckoo Land

Not something I ordinarily do here, but Dave offered to write a guest post for me, so, seeing as how I hardly ever get around to writing anything these days, who was I to turn down the offer?!  Without further ado, here are Dave's thoughts about his weekend spent at Cloud Cuckoo Land...

My own choice of a night out would be dressed smartly, with shiny cleaned shoes, in a smart hotel or bar, listening to classy Sixties Soul. So what on earth was I doing in the middle of a wet field in Somerset, in the rain ?

I’m 53 years old, haven’t camped for over 30 years and have never attended a festival in my entire life ! So why on earth, when Jessica suggested that I attend the Cloud Cuckoo Land Festival with her at the beginning of August, did I say yes?

It turns out that Jessica is part of something called ‘A World to Win’, who run a couple of People's Assemblies over the course of the weekend at the Cloud Cuckoo Land Festival, and as it had been a success last year they had been invited back to do the workshops again this year. I had a quick look round the net, and found the Cloud Cuckoo Land website and realised I hadn’t heard of a single live act or DJ that they were advertising!

It was with some trepidation that I set off to Jessica’s house on the Thursday night, so that we could make an early start on the Friday morning. We collected the two other members of The People’s Assembly Task Force on route, and arrived at Fernhill Farm around mid afternoon.

I suppose I was expecting the usual stereotype of tree hugging, unwashed, left wing, never worked in their lives, hippy types. Especially as one of the People’s Assembly workshops was about seizing ‘the power’ from the global corporations! And in many respects I was right! There were people there who would fit that description, but I now realise it is far too complex to just brand everyone the same.

Having erected the tent, it was time to go and explore, and certainly in my case, open the first beer. Cloud Cuckoo Land is based around the concept of, well to be honest, it’s all a bit complicated for me to explain here, and I couldn’t do it justice simply because of my lack of understanding of the myriad of ‘green issues’ that the festival proffers to support, so make sure you check out the website.

Suffice to say, from 4pm onwards there was music playing in about four different tented venues, and the main stage, as well as ‘the Cloud Of Unknowing’ barn. The music itself was of an unbelievably varied mix. Although overall it was all far too modern for my tastes, I did hear some James Brown, and am reliably informed that some Martha Reeves was played whilst I was at the toilet at one point.

As ‘The People’s Assembly’ were counted as crew, we had been given a free meal voucher for each day at ‘The People’s Kitchen’.

I gather that all the food used at The People’s Kitchen had been donated free, and was being used now so that it wasn’t just wasted and thrown away. Much as I admire the sentiments, the meal we had on the Friday night tasted as though it had already been thrown away at some previous stage. I know my criticism will be called unfair, but I really did find the meal completely inedible, and quickly donated my meal to Jessica, and I wandered off for a smoke.  (Dave does not consider a meal to be a meal if it does not contain meat!  -Jess)

I found the behaviour, and attire of some of the people bizarre, to say the least, but I was also surprised how many quite smartly dressed young women there were around the site. I mean, having read the weather forecast for the weekend, I wouldn’t have expected to see quite so many dresses, or short skirts and tights (Although wellies were almost obligatory with this type of ensemble). Male attendees seemed to favour the more outlandish fancy dress type of outfit. By the end of the weekend the facepainters and glitter painters had clearly been extremely busy, and there were some extremely interesting hats around as well!

Jessica, by this stage, was giggling at my look of bewilderment almost constantly. I admit it, it was a totally strange environment for me to be in, and to a certain degree I felt very uncomfortable. One thing I did notice, especially as the night went on, and more and more alcohol was consumed, was that there was an almost complete lack of manners which was almost universally present. Instead of saying “Excuse me” people just pushed past, and the words “Please” and “Thank you” seem to be excluded from festival language!

We listened to a couple of bands, and watched a fantastic drumming group. As I said earlier, I’d never heard of any of the bands, and was somewhat surprised to find that several bands played Ska and Reggae (Although to my ears it wasn’t a patch on the original Ska and Reggae that I am familiar with) Jessica gave me a quick explanation of what ‘Third wave Ska’ was, and that made it all as clear as the mud in the fields!

Around midnight Jessica started to hand out flyers for the next day’s workshop, she’s really good at stopping people and engaging them in conversation, and cajoling people to attend the workshops, so I just went back and forth to the bar for the two of us and let her get on with it. Flyer distribution over, we gravitated towards the double decker bus for the simple reasons that they were selling the cocktails Jessica was drinking, and it seemed to be the only music venue that wasn’t playing Drum and Bass!

The DJ was a guy working under the name of ‘Mum’s Old Vinyl’, and he played a completely eclectic set of, mostly, old classics across all genres of music. From my own point of view, speaking as a DJ who only plays original vinyl, he should have been called ‘Mum’s Old MP3s’, but who am I to call someone a fake! Biggest laugh of the weekend came next though. During the time scale of one dance by Jessica, I pulled! A very attractive, but very inebriated, young blond lady came and asked for a cigarette, by the time Jessica came back I was having to physically fend her off. Her face dropped when I turned her round and introduced her to Jessica as my girlfriend. In all fairness to Jessica though, she had been watching with amusement as my discomfort increased, and only eventually decided to come and rescue me!

We ended up chatting to another couple who were English and American, so finished the night off with our own disco in the car playing CDs until 6am.

I woke up a couple of hours later, thoroughly refreshed, and raring to go. Yeah, peace, love, man, groovy baby! I’d survived my first night at a festival. Jessica however, grunted and swore at me when I woke her up and suggested that we go out to play!  (This is not true -- when I first wake up in the morning, I radiate sunshine and love, and do not grunt and swear!  -Jess)

Actually, that bit’s not entirely true. My side of the tent had a boulder that would have stopped traffic if it was in the road, right in the middle of where I was lying. So I didn’t get any sleep whatsoever.  (Let it be noted here that I did offer to swap sides of the tent...  -Jess)  Fortunately, a lifetime of Northern Soul allnighters has prepared me for nights without sleep. Jessica did grunt and swear at me though!  (Not!  -Jess)

I am though, insistently, and annoyingly cheerful first thing in a morning, so eventually Jessica gave in, and with the promise that I would buy her a large coffee, we set off for the main site. See, I know how to treat a girl! Promise her coffee in the morning and she’ll do anything for you.

The People’s Kitchen hadn’t started cooking the free breakfasts, so we resorted to blatant capitalism, and bought ourselves bacon and egg baps from the café. Very nice too, you do get what you pay for in this life!

The People’s Assembly had been moved from the tent it was originally in at midday, to inside the barn at 12.30. So, as Jessica and I had given out several hundred leaflets out the previous night, with the wrong date and time on them, we agreed to sit outside the original tent and redirect people to the new venue.

By the time we arrived, Penny Cole had begun her forum on the Environment. I have to say, a lot of what she said made sense. I’ve never really been a ‘green’ person, I’ve always been happy being an urban capitalist consumer, but I’ll listen to everyone’s argument, and then make my own mind up. I’m not saying Penny changed my mind, but she did give me things to think about.

Whilst this was going on, the People’s Kitchen had fired the woodburning stove up and thrown a few comatose hippies on the fire, so breakfast was being served: A tray of cold potatoes left from the night before, some brown cylindrical objects that resembled sausages, but had never lived and walked on four legs! Some scrambled egg with grass (I think he means chives...  -Jess) in it, and a good size splodge of baked beans over the top. There were no forks! So I resorted to cave man tactics (very difficult for Dave, I'm sure...  -Jess), and ate it with my fingers!!!! Messy, but quite nice actually.

It was now getting towards 2pm, so I felt it was time for a beer. Mission accomplished, I was a happy man again. Around this time I saw the sight that made the whole weekend for me: There was a little girl, probably about two years old, dressed in a pretty pink anorak and pink wellies. She had discovered the joy of jumping into puddles and making a big splash. Her face was a picture of ecstasy, and continual laughter and giggles as she repeatedly found the biggest and deepest puddles she could and jumped right into the middle of them. I spent almost ten minutes watching her. It brought it home to me that not everyone is cynical, and jaundiced, the innocence and sheer joy of jumping in puddles can do that for you.

Back in the Cloud Of Unknowing venue, the world’s worst Beat Boxer was giving a performance (And I use that word with some misgivings!), so around 4pm Jessica decided she needed a nap to prepare for the evening’s hippy hippy shake.

Once Jessica had grunted and sworn at me again, we went back to the main site. One of the things they were very big on over the whole weekend was recycling, and there was a tent called ‘Scrap Dragons’, where you could make lots of useful things out of rubbish that other people had thrown away. Jessica made herself the very attractive hat that you see in the photograph, and I made myself a solar powered lawnmower, and a steam powered shoe shining kit. (Yes dear, if you say so dear...  -Jess)  They will come in handy at some point I’m sure.

We wandered around for a while, sampling the music in each different venue, and ended up listening to a Balkan Ska band! Honestly, they were! You couldn’t make it up, could you. Eventually Jessica decided she would like some recycled pig swill for her tea, this time it was disguised as curry. (Quite nice curry as well I must say -- well done to the People's Kitchen for their efforts over the weekend! -Jess)  I decided to avoid possible internal repercussions, and settled for a bag of scratchings and some salted peanuts.

As the night wore on we started to give out more flyers, and chat to people. It was these chats with such a variety of people that did the most to dispel my initial prejudices, as I found that most of the people we spoke to weren’t actually tree hugging, unwashed, left wing, never worked in their lives, hippy types, and were in the main just pretty normal people who had followed a different path in their lives to me.

Bearing in mind that Jessica had to drive the following day we headed back to the tent around 1.30am, and I reacquainted myself with the rock under my side of the tent!

It had rained on and off all weekend, and as I woke Jessica with another promise of coffee on Sunday morning it appeared to be a quite nice day. I’ve come to accept that Jessica knows some very unladylike phrases first thing in a morning, so having crossed that bridge we arrived at the tent selling coffee before they opened! Oops! So it was off to the café for bacon and egg baps again, then back to the tent for coffee. By now the heavens had opened and the rain really was torrential. Probably not the best time to take the tent down and pack everything away, but as we had to leave straight after the Sunday workshop it had to be done, so Jessica went to collect the car, and I got wet taking the tent down. Having done all the packing, I kicked the rock who was no longer under my side of the tent a few times and we went to listen to Gerry Gold’s workshop on ‘Seizing The Power’.

Now Gerry is a very passionate man on this subject, he truly believes that the world economy will collapse (And honestly believes that this will happen in the next six to twelve weeks) and People’s Assemblies will rise from the ruins to take the power from the 1% who have it now, ie the global corporations. Now whilst I can see that there are serious problems with the world economy, and I understand that a huge proportion of the wealth and power in the world is held by 1% of the population, I need to be offered a viable alternative to the current system before I’m willing to consider a change. Only my opinion of course, but to me, the reality is that the vast majority of the 60 million people in this country don’t want to be involved in People’s Assemblies that will seize the power and tell the global corporations that they no longer own their factories and plant. I actually like to have an ordered life: I’ve worked ever since I left full time education, own my own house, with no outstanding mortgage, was married for 28 years until my wife sadly passed away two and half years ago, and have raised two children, who I consider to be well adjusted, successful adults now.

And that’s the point I raised at the workshop. Show me what your viable alternative is, I understand that the current system isn’t working as it should, but show me what you intend to replace it with. I expected to be run off the site as I explained that I was one of the 60 million that needed convincing, but was pleasantly surprised to find that I actually received a round of applause. Sadly, despite Gerry’s enthusiastic belief, I don’t think he, or the People’s Assembly are capable of delivering a viable alternative. (Please note, the People's Assembly is not some "other" organisation that exists separately from you -- the People's Assembly is comprised of the people...so you are partly responsible for attempting to devise this viable alternative...  -Jess)  The number of people who attended the workshop was around 30, which amounts to about 5% of the people on site for the festival. So if you can only attract 5% of what is essentially a left wing, green, community focused audience, you certainly aren’t anywhere near convincing the other 60 million people in this country.

As an economist I thought Gerry would understand the numbers game at play here. Put simply, if we assume there were 600 people at the Festival, if each one of those people went out and convinced a 1,000 people, you would still have only reached 1% of the country. Again, it’s only my opinion, but it’s just not going to work.

As the workshop broke up I was harangued by a rather strange person who I had apparently “quite irritated by being smug”. His view appeared to be that everyone should return to work on the land in communal farms. Well that’s all well and good, if you happen to like farming, and mud and cow shit. I don’t. I’d rather spend my time working in the provision of social housing, something I’ve done for the last 32 years! He accused me of being smug because I didn’t have a mortgage, shows what an ignorant prick he is, I haven’t got a mortgage because my wife died and the endowment mortgage paid it off. That shut him up, and he started whinging to Jessica at that point.

We had to leave shortly after, and as we dropped Penny off at Bristol airport for her flight back to Glasgow I bit my tongue, and refrained from asking how she could justify facilitating a workshop on the state of the environment, and then fly home!

I hope you’ve enjoyed this review of the Cloud Cuckoo Land Festival, I’ve tried to be as honest as I can, and accept that my own prejudices and views will naturally colour my perceptions. Did I enjoy myself? Yes, I had a great time, with reservations. My views about festivals haven’t really changed, they are dirty, muddy, unhygienic places where Health & Safety just doesn’t exist, and the music is not to my taste. My views on the people that attend festivals have changed. There are plenty of the tree hugging, unwashed, left wing, never worked in their lives, hippy types, and there were even some who were advocating armed revolution, but overall I met some really nice people, and some really interesting people, I laughed a lot, at myself especially, and would consider going again next year, but only if Jessica is involved with the People’s Assembly workshops.

Local Food

As regular readers of this blog will know, one of my pet peeves is the homogenisation of food -- wherever in the country you travel (or even in the world now that Tesco has expended into the USA and China and god knows where else) you end up eating the same food...  So I am particularly pleased to announce my recent regional discovery -- battered chips!

I know, I usually write about healthy things, but...  When I was first told about battered chips, my initial response was "stodge on stodge" but they are really quite lovely.  I'm not really a big fan of chips as I tend to think they're too mushy, but the batter adds that extra bit of crispness and it's also slightly spicy.  If you happen to be in the Dudley area, go get some -- they really are good -- and, most importantly, not available anywhere outside the Black Country...!

Why I live in Wales...

I am often asked why, when having previously lived in bustling and lively New York and London, I now choose to live in somewhat quieter Ffairfach.  Yesterday I got my answer.  This is the building I used to live in when I lived in London...  Would you want to live there???

Sainsbury’s outside Llandeilo: Yes or No?

Carmarthenshire County Council is about to decide if Sainsbury’s can build a big new supermarket on the edge of Llandeilo. Here are 10 reasons why it’s a bad idea.

1. The site is allocated for new employment, not for retailing.
2. Supermarkets do not bring a net increase in jobs. New jobs are outweighed by job losses at existing retailers.
3. Most jobs in supermarkets are low-paid.
4. Supermarkets on the edge of town increase car use. This conflicts with the need to cut our use of fossil fuels due to climate change and depleting oil supplies.
5. Supermarkets truck products into and out of distant central depots, adding to the problem of food miles.
6. Supermarkets damage town centres because independent retailers lack the scale and power to compete against price promotions, and become less and less profitable, forcing them to downsize or close.
7. The Sunday Times voted Llandeilo the coolest place to stay in the UK, because of its history, character and independent businesses. Tourism would be damaged by a depressed town centre.
8. Ghost town centres are in no one’s interest. Ghost town centres damage the quality of life of residents and visitors alike.
9. The site is low-lying but currently not hard-surfaced and so it helps to mop up rainfall.  Hard surfacing for a large store and car park would push water downstream towards Llandeilo and Ffairfach.
10. Expected sales from Sainsbury’s would be £26.1 million at 2009 prices, at least £27.1 million now. Existing retailers would lose an equivalent amount, a devastating blow to the health of the fragile local economy.

• Face the Difference: the Impact of Low Pay in National Supermarket Chains. Fair Pay Network, January 2012, www.fairpaynetwork.org
• The Portas Review: an Independent Review into the Future of our High Streets. Department for Business Innovation and Skills, December 2011, www.bis.gov.uk
• What’s Wrong with Supermarkets? Corporate Watch, April 2004,  www.corporatewatch.org/?lid=2596
• 20 Cool Places to Stay, The Sunday Times, August 21^st 2012

Sainsbury's

If you have not already sent in your letter of objection to the council this is your last chance as we have now had news that the Sainsbury's application will come before the planning committee on 2 February.  Letters to Ceri Davies, Planning Services, Civic Offices, Crescent Road, Llandeilo, SA19 6HW or by email to planningconsultations@carmarthenshire.gov.uk quoting application number E/25041.  Do it now!!!

Little things

Sometimes I wonder if all the random missives I send off to companies (to which I don't usually receive a response!) make any difference -- here's one case where it did:

My original email sent to Arriva Trains Wales after perusing the At Seat Catering menu on their web site:

> Have you considered offering Fairtrade coffee and tea on your trains?

I then received the following response:

> Please note that all our hot drinks on Our trains are Fairtrade and have been for over 3 years.

Okay, so I then replied:

> Very glad to hear that!  How about putting that information on your web site and menus and promoting it a bit so people know?

Got the following wordiness in reply:

> As a catering company operating on board trains our opportunities are limited however all our cups that contain Fairtrade products carry the FT logo - as I'm sure you are aware this is not an easy thing to achieve. Also as we are a Welsh company operating mainly in Wales we signed up to being part of the Welsh FT movement that culminated in Wales being declared the first FT country some 3 years ago. That said if you would like to offer some further advice please forward it.

So I suggested the following no-brainer:

> Following on from the below conversation I had with somebody from the company your catering is contracted out to, how about putting the Fairtrade logo on the page on your website where the catering menu is displayed next to the relevant items?

And magic presto, it got done:

> Thank you for your recent email about putting the logo on our web site.  Please see below.  Please feel free to forward any further comments or idea’s.  I have uploaded the Fairtrade logo to the At Seat Catering page http://www.arrivatrainswales.co.uk/AtSeatCatering/ for you with some supporting text. 

One only just wonders why they didn't think of it themselves...!