When I was growing up in Tibet, recycling wasn't a word in my vocabulary. It was something that we all did instinctively, given the scarcity of materials at our disposal, plus the fact that most - if not all - of what we used was biodegradable or ripe for upcycylcling. My dad is an excellent tailor, and my auntie used to make me amazing bags and shoes out of natural materials. I never had toys as such to play with when I was small, and I didn't even own a ball until I was wel
In Tibet, like here, it is late summer, and my brothers have been busy on the high mountains herding yak and dri (the female yak). They move from place to place, and spend most of their time milking the dri and making butter and cheese. Every so often, they send bags of this stuff back home on horses, mules and yaks (see the video below, sent recently by relatives in Tibet). My brother told me this week that they have bagged up about 500kg of butter over the last four months.
It's been a long old summer. We have met some amazing people along the way, and we want to give a special shout out to those of you who have supported us at festivals far and wide, in the heat and in the rain, feeding us with your warmth and enthusiasm. Thank you so much for all your encouragement! And now... drumroll please... Oxford people can find us back in our Gloucester Green Market stall this WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 5th. Yes! Wednesday is a happy day. Come and satisfy all