The presents have been unwrapped, the boxes broken down, squashed, thrown away and the fridges are full with leftover Christmas delights that will last us weeks! Up here in the north of England, it has been one of the mildest winters on record. The change from autumn to winter however, was as obvious as ever; the leaves fell and crunched under our feet while we appreciated a sea of golden browns, oranges and deep reds. Before we knew it though, that scrunching sound became the noise of frozen grass and twigs, while the leaves slowly turned to mush.
I will never complain about the rain again! The people who live here, cope with the rain constantly pouring down and they carry on with their daily lives. They don’t all hop in cars or on the bus…they walk…they use the forests to build bridges…for them, it’s just another day!
In a scene played out every weekday morning, students of the RCLP School in Nongsohphan Village, Meghalaya, India, cross a bridge grown from the roots of a rubber tree. In the relentless damp of Meghalaya’s jungles, wooden structures rot away too quickly to be practical. For centuries the Khasi people have instead used the trainable roots of rubber trees to “grow” bridges over the region’s rivers.
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Looking out of my bedroom window today, over the garden and covering the school field, I saw the icy white blanket laying on top of the grass and trees. At a glance you would almost think it was snow, but today it is just the frozen morning dew. It’s actually pretty beautiful and I just wanted to share this with you all this morning.