Before the industrialisation of agriculture we looked to natural ways of fertilising the crops & fields- gathering nutrient rich seaweed, grazing healthy animals to create a regenerative soil system. Now intense tilling, mono crops, artificial fertilisers and pesticides have wreaked havoc on the ecosystem that should be beneath our feet and supporting our food systems. Salt of the Earth explores the people and projects by the coast bringing back these incredible regenerative systems for a better future of food and farming. @organisednutrition Directed by @seth.hughes

I’ve wild camped across the highlands twice now and I still can’t find the exact words for how it feels to be a part of the landscape there. It is completely otherworldly from England. Separated by both distance and wildness of it all. The birds, the bones, the mountains and Atlantic Ocean. Rich colours beyond what you can imagine. Late September was my favourite time of year, summer turns to autumn and it feels like the season was made for the north. There’s a deep, unrelenting ache to go back. Wild camping is a fickle memory of being completely at home without those four walls but also followed by sleep deprivation and unexpectedly freezing nights. Though Scotland felt like a balm for that too.

I never thought I’d be posting a photo of a loaf of bread, but I never thought I’d get so much joy from making bread either- so here we are. My first proper sourdough loaf, maybe she’s a fluke (I hope not for how long I researched & how many pages of notes I made). It feels like an ancient dopamine hit to reveal a beautiful warm golden crust like that. People have been making sourdough for at least 5-6000 years, and in such a fast paced modern life, spending days tending a starter into a ball of dough to be baked into this thing that has sustained us for thousands of years feels more than special. No instant gratification here. Thanks @108thebakery for the happy healthy starter 🥖

In a time where people seem to rely so heavily on AI for the most menial tasks, I’m more than ever using my books to identify birds, plants, mushrooms, moths and butterflies again. I’ve started taking a notebook on walks to replace my phone, sketchbooks are being finished much quicker too. Autumn is one of my favourite seasons, finally being able to wear wool layers, the trees are shifting and the birds are louder again. A joint exhale as we shift away from the pace of summer.

I’ve never met a dog like her. So full of love, wits and goofiness. Always on the clock, always one eye open, always at my feet in an instant when the butter packet is opened. A dog who stares into your soul for a piece of carrot or the peanut butter spoon. Who runs to your lap for a cuddle if you sit cross legged on the floor, who squeals with excitement when you come home from doing a shop. Whose head smells like love and fur is always soft, but especially after it’s been raining. Who is leaning over my shoulder as I write this and I’m reminded of all these little things again.

This year was far from the one I expected to have, but the one I completely and utterly needed.