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:
This Month's most popular blog post
It's always fascinating to see which blog is receiving the most interest any given month. For some reason or no reason, this month it's a blog I posted last September.
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.
Finally THE MUD has it's own facebook community page. Follow, comment or like at will.
It cost $5000 to build this cosy eco-home. That price includes windows, doors and labour. Here's how.
"I watched aphids rip off baby orange leaves, agama lizards fight for territory, owls pick off rodents, trees I’d planted and watered give nothing in return. One day, Apo the Kangal stole the food out of my little Rotty’s bowl. I wondered briefly if mob rule was our lot, if it’s destiny for the powerful to pulverise the weak."
July's Blog is in honour of selfishness.
Why don't we contract diseases when using compost from the composting toilet on the garden? (Not for the squeamish)
A year on, the majority still don't trust my toilet. I'm learning that crapping is a bit like death. Everyone does it, and no one wants to talk about it. No one wants to even look at it. And yet there's a miracle occurring, right there is your . . .
Make your dog smile with an earthbag kennel. Well, once you've got yourself nicely off-the-grid, you'll have the time.