The principles and criteria by which I live my life don’t
seem to fit obvious categories.
There are homesteading people. They own/rent/work on substantial areas of
land, keeping animals and growing crops.
They dry and can or bottle fruit, salt beans, and have a goal of a high
level of self-sufficiency.
There are solitaries and hermits. Some of them live in woods
or desert caves and forage or scavenge.
Some live in regular houses but keep a discipline of solitude for
prayer. Some live in simple shacks with
minimalist utilities provision, and maybe have a wholefood lorry drop off
provisions, and tend a vegetable garden.
They often dress a bit funny – with a kind of wild, John-the-Baptist
trend in hair-do-s and attire. Their
clothes may be handmade or acquired by scavenging, but often with a
highly-developed aesthetic sense. Their
lives are poetic and romantic, though their skills are practical and they are
capable and tough.
There are groups like the Amish. When I say ‘like’, you might think “Who is
like the Amish?” but I am including here folks like the Old Order River
Brethren and the Old Order Mennonites, plus some Hutterite and ex-Hutterite
communities. These opt for varying
levels of simplicity and community, but what they have in common is celebration
of marriage and family, emphasis on community, living in close relationship
with the earth/the land, interest in home-made and hand-made, modest old-fashioned
styles of dress and Protestant interpretations of the Bible as a basis for establishing
the principles of daily life.
There are contemplative monastic communities (the more
active ones that run institutions are so far removed from my own areas of
interest that I do not go to them to learn).
These have a commitment to celibacy, simplicity and prayer. They usually wear some variation of medieval
dress. They value kindness and speaking
softly, but can be very strict and stern – very direct – with each other; this
is also true of the Amish type groups.
It’s to do with holding each other to account and cultivating humility.
There are straightforward poor people who make do and mend
and buy what’s cheap. They glean, scavenge
and forage from necessity. They walk or
go by public transport because they can’t afford a car. They are frugal with utilities to keep their
bills down. They do have some things
like a fridge or a telly, but not very up-to-date or sophisticated versions –
they tend to have the basic minimum to allow them to have a bit of fun while
spending the least possible money. They
are often very fat or very thin.
I am not in any of those categories, but I am very
interested in all of them, because I can learn from them all.
There are normal people too, who drive cars and dry their
clothes in tumble-driers and enjoy parties, but I must admit I have not been
examining that category very closely.
The parameters of my life and objectives are these:
I love my family and like to live closely with them.
I am married.
I love the Earth and wish to cherish not damage her.
I love trees and water and sky and all living creatures; but
I don’t necessarily enjoy their proximity.
I don’t want to actually live in a tree or camp in grass under the sky,
or share my living space with beetles and rats.
I love simplicity.
I love Jesus.
I wish to live as plainly and frugally as I can.
I like wearing full skirts and modest tops in quiet,
unpatterned colours. I feel more comfortable
with my head covered than not, most of the time; though sometimes I just need
to feel the wind in my hair.
I love firelight, candlelight, starlight, moonlight,
sunlight and light on water.
I dislike powered machinery, speed, noise, and socialising.
I need solitude, but I live in a shared house and value very
much the web of family life of which I am a part.
I spend hours every day thinking. I pray, but not as much as I think.
I feel a call to share the Gospel of Jesus, which I do by
writing, and from time to time by teaching and preaching and, I hope,
occasionally by example.
I enjoy the contact with people who inspire me the internet
offers. I enjoy occasionally to watch a
film or TV programme – for instance, there was a wonderful film about the life
and dilemmas of David and Miriam Lapp, a Pennsylvanian Amish couple, shown on
the BBC this last week. But in general I
am very suspicious of TV because it channels Mammon, and takes me by surprise
with images of torture and explicit sex.
As I loathe torture with every fibre of my being and believe sex to be
intensely private, I do not wish either to be sprung on me without warning in
my living room. I would be really cross
if I opened the door of my room and found people torturing each other or having
sex there. So I am very wary of TV.
I have an ambition to live without the connections of wires
and tubes that hook houses up to grids. I would prefer to have the gas and electricity
disconnected and to draw water from a standpipe. In my case this is not practical because I
share a house with four other people.
The balancing act of solitude yet community, off-grid yet
on-grid, Earth-loving Gospel simplicity, is the opus magnum (is that the right phrase? I mean the main big thing I
do) of my life.
I am quite practical – I can cook, sew, care for animals and
children, I know about gardening and nutrition and basic herbal healthcare etc –
but I am not skilled in the big disciplines like plumbing and general building,
glazing and roofing, carpentry and blacksmithing, care of horses. This doesn’t matter a lot since our garden is
only about twenty foot wide and eighty foot long, and our house is a row-house
in a town. So I won’t be venturing into
horses and buggies any time soon. Sadly.
But I think a lot about how to blend together living without
electricity and gas as much as possible, minimising TV, spending very little
money, composting, walking lightly on the earth, avoiding car use, with fitting into family
life in an urban street in a regular Victorian house that has all the usual mod
cons, and earning my living.
In the next few posts I thought I might share with you some
of the solutions I have found to the dilemmas my choices and preferences have
presented.
Today I want to tell you about the cooking solution I’ve
found. I am quietly delighted with this.
I like to cook over an open fire, and not use the electric
oven. We have put solar panels on our
roof, but I like as much of the electricity as possible to be fed into the
national grid. They pay us for 50% of
what we generate however much we use, so if this were about money the trick
would be to use as much electricity as possible and they’d still pay us the 50%. But I am not interested in getting as much
money as I can but in contributing as much as I can to the clean energy profile
of England. So I prefer to cook without
using the electricity. Besides which I
like fires and I don’t like machines so in an ideal world I’d rather we had no regular
electric oven at all.
Though I want to cook on the fire, I don’t want to do this
in the garden. Our house being a row
house, we are overlooked by neighbours and I am a private kind of person so don’t
wish to attract curiosity any more than to annoy them by wafts of smoke. Also I’m quite indoorsy, not a Ray Mears type
so, though I love the garden, on a cold or wet morning I’d rather be indoors.
I had a Storm Kettle, and found it very effective, but my
difficulty was that one has to keep tending/feeding the fire or it goes
out. This makes it quite a challenge to
do what I wanted – make tea and porridge for breakfast, because the porridge
needs constant attention but so does the fire.
And the structure of the fire-basket made it not very effective to cook
on indoors in our fireplace (a normal Victorian-style grate).
For cooking food I had a Whitstable Bucket – which was also
very effective but used up a lot of charcoal/wood and could only be used
outside.
Another drawback is that I have limited storage space (I’ll
show you that another day), so I needed very minimalist equipment. A Kelly Kettle, a Whitstable bucket and a bag
of charcoal cannot be described as minimalist.
They are appropriate for someone who has a little shed or outhouse. I don’t.
That is to say, our house does have a garden shed, but that’s the Badger’s
woodworking studio and garden store.
So though I had solutions that were good in themselves, they
didn’t really fit what I wanted, which was to cook on a tiny stove, indoors or
outdoors, using wood not gas or electricity, a good hot burn that didn’t need
constant attention so I could cook my whole breakfast without hassle once the
fire was alight. The things I had took up a lot of space, and it took forever to make breakfast. So I ended up not using them and resorting to the electric cooker and electric kettle which felt disappointing and frustrating.
I thought about having a hut in the garden and living there, so I would be compelled to used the bush implements, but that seemed silly: I have a perfectly good room indoors, and enough of the Earth has been covered up with buildings already. So I kept looking.
Friends, I have had success!
Wild Stoves, who make (in some cases) and sell the most
wonderful bushcraft gear, have come up with a woodgas stove (I got the pan as well that shows in the picture in this link, as the stove packs away into the pan for storage, and the pan is the perfect size for a modest amount of food). I bought one from them mail-order, and it came very quickly, well-packed, with all instructions. It's well-made and sturdy.
The firebowl of the woodgas stove has a double wall through which air is drawn,
allowing the gases driven off the burning wood to combine with the hot air and
combust. So you get the flames from the
wood burning, plus jets of flame from the emitted gases, resulting in a clean
and smoke-free burn. The charcoal left
at the end can also be burned, so all the carbon content is used up in the
fire, not wafted off into the atmosphere.
Furthermore, though the woodgas stove will burn twigs and
fircones and anything else you have to hand (we usually have lots – I take a
wooding bag with me every time I go out), it can also be run on cat-litter –
you know? The sort made of little wooden
pellets. Now, nobody cuts down a tree to
make cat-litter. These pellets are made
from the waste splinters and sawdust from the timber industry. Therefore their use as fuel is very Earth-friendly. A small normal bag of these pellets from a
small normal pet shop cost me £2.75 ($4.30 - buying in bulk online would work cheaper of course, but storage space is an issue). I
used just about three or four handfuls from this in my woodgas stove this
morning. It lit with no trouble at all - I top-lit it with some torn-up cardboard packaging and a candle-stump - and I made a pan of porridge,
boiled a kettle of water for our cups of tea, boiled another one to fill up the
big thermos for hot drinks through the day, boiled an egg to set aside for my
lunch, and heated another kettle of water for extra washing up water, with no re-fuelling necessary.
On a cold morning (which this was not) I often want a little
fire to sit by while I have breakfast.
In cold weather we light the woodstove in the afternoon, but feel it’s
wasteful of wood to run it all day. In
chilly or dismal weather we sometimes light the open fire in the evening, and
tend it carefully to minimise waste, as it’s far less frugal of wood than the
woodstove. Sometimes in the morning I
burn our paper and card packaging and junk mail to give me a fire to sit by and
just warm up the house. This woodgas
stove has the dual function of creating, with a very clean burn, a cosy fire to
warm up the living room, and cooking breakfast (and lunch and – with the
thermos – hot drinks for the whole day).
Here’s the kettle in our fireplace. It was warm today, and I would have cooked
outside, but our neighbours were getting up and had their windows open, so for
privacy and to spare them any smoke (though that’s minimal with the woodgas
stove) I chose to stay indoors.
And here’s my egg boiling.
The whole stove packs down into the little saucepan. Both the saucepan and stove have their own
drawstring bags for storage, so nothing gets dirty.
And just for fun, here’s my beautiful stone bowl and my rather
garish silicon spoon (which allows me to eat silently).
There’s a video by Wild Stoves on YouTube that shows you how
the woodgas stove works using the wood pellets, and another posted by a private individual, showing in detail how to use the woodgas stove with normal wood, also on
YouTube here. That second one is excellent, and is careful to show the burning jets of woodgas, but it is twelve minutes long. Wild Stoves have a shorter general demonstration YouTube video here.
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365 366 Day 219 –
Monday August 6th
A small, useful, electric table lamp. What more can one say? Apart from, obviously, "Bye-bye!"
365 366 Day 218 –
Sunday August 5th
We are in the happy position of having two grandsons - the Wretched Wretch who is three, and a cheerful accomplished being of one year old. This creates its very own disposal system. Just as the Wretched Wretch outgrows his toys, his step-relation is coming up ready for them. Perfick.
365 366 Day 217 –
Saturday August 4th
Yes, coathangers. From the days when I ironed clothes and therefore needed to store them in such a manner that they wouldn't get all crumply again.
365 366 Day 216 – Friday
August 3rd
An elegant lady's scarf. You no doubt instantly perceive the incongruency.
365 366 Day 215 –
Thursday August 2nd
A smart cardigan. My beautiful mama was chucking this out. I had it for a while but was essentially not smart enough for it.
NB: In England, "smart" does not mean "clever". Clearly no cardigan can be called clever.
365 366 Day 214 –
Wednesday August 1st
A rather wonderful boiled wool jacket. There was nothing wrong with this; I just forgot when I acquired it, at a knock-down price on eBay, that though I love bright red its vibes exhaust me so I never wear it.
365 366 Day 213 – Tuesday July 31st
Lovely lute-backed chair we were given. Couldn't resist it 'cause it was so pretty - but we ended up with more items than fitted comfortably into our available space. A house, after all, is only a box. It was gratefully received into a new home.
