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New password request bug

If you are having problems with your request for a new password, please read on. (Update – we sorted it! Yes! Phew. It is like being the cat pulling at the string – you pull it, and in true systemic manner, all mayhem breaks loose elsewhere. We think it’s sorted now…

Twitter sharing lessons learned

If you’re interested in the web you can’t have missed Twitter‘s meteoric rise in the last few years. It began as something for individuals who used it to share their thoughts/feelings/activities/rants in 140 characters, but organisations quickly spotted that it offered them a chance

And the Road Turns East (Day 166) September 10TH

Anne Marie and I leave bright and early to head south to Lerryn, and on the way I hear about Transition Lostwithiel and how from an original core group they are now working away at their own projects after finding some challenges in working together too closely, a tale as

Job: Fundraiser for Transition Network

Transition Network is looking for a part time fundraiser to join its team. The function of the post is “to help fulfil Transition Network’s objective of supporting community-led responses to peak oil and climate change through building resilience and happiness, by maximising the short and long-term income

Tales from a Tail of Wooded Land (Days 164-165) September 8th -9th

Day 164 A Sense of Place I look, over breakfast, at the CommonSense publication which Anne Marie directed with Dougald Hine, published by Access Space , the open source free computer access space in Sheffield, and in the front of the 2008 booklet about the Commons, a poem by John Clare,

The Fairest of Small Cities (Day 163) September 7th

Lostwithiel, one of my favourite places in all Cornwall, has a resilient sort of feel to it. From its tourist leaflet I read of its many faceted past, how it has continued to fare well in spite of many setbacks and challenges; it was the ancient capital of the county,

As Far West As This Journey Takes Me (Day 162) September 6th

Georgiana and I leave Liskeard in the pouring rain, which doesn’t let up till about 4pm. It ranges from drizzle to downpour and our layers of waterproof clothing are slowly but surely penetrated as the day progresses. Our attempts to stop at a pub for lunch are thwarted; the