Welcome to The Mud.
Two years ago I found myself living alone in a tent in the Turkish hills. There was no power or running water on my land. It was the beginning of an adventure that profoundly changed my beliefs about what is possible, or enjoyable. In this site I share a few of the things I learned along the way, such as:
The Earthbag Adventure
It was my sixth month in a tent, and by then I believed I could live under canvas forever. I fell asleep each night to the sound of agama lizards foraging in the sun-warmed rocks, the call of tawny owls, and the poi-dance of fire flies beyond the mesh of my door.
Why I was living in a tent half-way up a mountain is another story, an episode I'll return to at a later date. But I can assure you, most of those who begin living permanently under canvas are pushed there, one way or another. Those troubles were now long over, however. Following a Mediterranean summer of cricket-strummed nights, I had begun to enjoy my hermetic life, an unorthodox existence with no running water or power, and a compost toilet.
One day, my neighbour and garden helper Celal peered over the wire fence at me. He was a wiry fellow with a cap, a hacking 60-cigs-a-day cough, and a smile that split his weather-worn face into a net of mirthful creases.
"You wanna make yourself a shelter quick! Winter's coming," he
I brushed off the warning. I was sure I could be a nomad forever . . . Read on.
It cost $5000 to build this cosy eco-home. That price includes windows, doors and labour. Find out how to do it HERE.
Ayşe's Trail - Winner of the One Big Book Launch
There are many who swear by compost showers. I avidly devoured the youtube clips where gallons of hot water is produced for vast armies of eco-volunteers.
Back in winter we made one. But in all truth, I can't say I'm swearing by it. I swore at it quite a lot instead.
Here's why it didn't work for me. Why it may work for you. And how to make one, which in itself is rather fun.
Now for something a bit different. Out of The Mud and into the bookstore. Not so many people know about the other journey I was on at the time I moved onto the land, the infinitely more excruciating inner expedition that was my book. Yes, the earthbag house was a breeze in comparison, I can tell you.
My house is a work in progress. It may never actually end (with any luck). Even so, this is the state of play so far on the interior.