Journeys to reinvention and sustainable living
When facts don’t get in the way of a story If you blinked in the past few weeks, you might have missed the complete clearing of any wrongdoing by the company, Fabkomp, which manufactures motorcycle sidecar clinics and ambulances. This
Stories and the telling of them are part of our lives and the real world we live in. Since the beginning of humankind, we have used storytelling to communicate information and pass knowledge and history from one generation to the
Trans the Kei is where you find the real deal Whenever I hear anyone talk about the Wild Coast, I think of the 280km shoreline of the former Transkei in the Eastern Cape of South Africa, which stretches like a
Three women share their experiences of being gaslighted – and how they got out of it Gaslighting, I once thought, meant finding a source of illumination other than South Africa’s flaky electricity supply. But gaslighting is about darkness – manipulating
Escape from lockdown: Travelling in the time of the coronavirus With #him, I have spent the past three weeks meandering 3,500km back and forth across the breadth of South Africa, with a mild jiggle to the north. We take time out
For an entire year, I have not bought new clothes, driven by evidence of the harm the fast fashion industry does to the environment and the people who work in it. This was a big deal for me: I’ve always
Meet the inventor of the sidecar ambulance and clinic The road has been long and winding – from a north London workshop on a chilly morning into the imagination of a Saudi prince, on to the rural home of Nelson
Motorbike sidecar ambulances and clinics are one of the best things to come out of the Eastern Cape. Yet certain quarters are trying their best to bludgeon the life out of this initiative that reaches into the heart of rural
Multi-talented Kathryn Harmer Fox has found her way to fibre art. Or maybe fibre art has found its way to her. Either way, we are grateful. Some days, Kathryn Harmer Fox’s paint box is scattered all over the floor of
Where is the acknowledgement that we are frightened and in pain? Why are we not comforting each other? This reality demands a new kind of intelligence from us. No-one alive has been here before. Let me rephrase: unless you are
