It is so easy to keep reporting bad news on the environment, but I also look out for the good, like an entire village going green …

In gently rolling countryside, not far from a tranquil lake, Chew Magna is the quintessential Somerset village. It has a well-kept cricket pitch, tidy gardens, three churches, two pubs and a row of quaint shops. A picturesque stream meanders by ancient houses – some of them mentioned in The Domesday Book – and a down-at-heel watermill. You could be forgiven for believing that Chew Magna was just another quiet corner of conservative rural England. But a flier stuck to a telegraph pole tells a different story. “Find out everything you’ve always wanted to know about domestic solar water-heating,” it says, advertising a village talk. “Invest in energy-saving home improvements, save more money and significantly reduce your carbon dioxide emissions”. The meeting is the latest in a string of discussions, proposals and projects that are rapidly turning Chew Magna into one of the greenest places in the UK.

And travel guides will carry warnings about “casual flying”. There is an obvious contradiction there, but still it is a step in the right direction. And it is obviously impossible, and undesirable, to stop all air travel, which does let – at its best – people learn about other cultures, communicate with each other, and develop and grow.

Finally, peers might today cut the guts out of the government’s ID scheme, by breaking the link with passports.

… expected to vote today to reject the Government’s proposals obliging everyone renewing their passports to register on the database that will underpin the ID card scheme. …
Most Tories and many crossbench peers are expected to support a move by Lord Phillips of Sudbury, a Liberal Democrat peer, to defeat the passport plan.
Lord Phillips said: “The ID cards scheme is grandiose and potentially dangerous. It has not been thought through and has not been properly costed.
“If it becomes compulsory for everyone obtaining or renewing a passport to join the ID cards register, it will further break down trust between the citizen and the state.”

As I’ve said before, the world is becoming a funny place when you have to depend on Tories to defend civil liberties against an authoritarian Labour government. The Left/Right classification really has become meaningless.

Deciding I needed a change of scene, I hopped on the bicycle today for 25 miles around Hertfordshire (with central London CTC) – starting from New Barnet and heading for Shenley, among other parts. Just out of town we passed through the site of the old Barnet Fair, a traditional horse fair (although now only an annual fun fair), for which we can thank a bit of traditional cockney slang. Barnet Fair = Hair = name for a haircut.

Not having been on the bike recently I was a bit worried about keeping up but I needn’t have been; it was a very slow 25 miles, and that wasn’t due to me. But I did enjoy the new experience of bridle path riding; luckily, due to the astonishingly dry winter it wasn’t THAT muddy, but I’ve still got a satisfying spatter all over the bike, and managed a few frantic wheelspins along the way.

Another of the party had a puncture (I really must buy a kit for such occasions) so I had a useful lesson in “how to fix a puncture” that I’ll probably need some time.

Consequently we reached the pub at 2.02, and they’d stopped serving the full menu at 2. That was 2.00, precisely. You’ve got to love English ideas of service – still I had the Stilton’s ploughman’s that was quite respectable.

Among the highlights were the birds – a field full of curlews (at least I think they were curlews) and many waterbirds navigating around the ice on the gravel-pit lakes.

And a little more history – the rather nice little South Mimms church …

and its old rectory, which I’d date to late 16th-century … (although I might be wrong).

As you can see, it was a gorgeous day to be out on a bicycle, and I’m sure my thigh muscles will recover eventually …

I would really like to be able to recommend The Exonerated, a new production of which has just opened at The Riverside Studios in Hammersmith, west London. Its politics are exemplary, the stories — told in their own words — of the six Americans who spent between two and 20 years on death row for crimes they were subsequently proven not to have committed, are appropriately harrowing and uplifting. As an evening of politics, it can’t be faulted.

As an evening at the theatre, however, it has a number of problems. Chief among these is the fact that here in Britain, this is a production that will cater chiefly to the already converted. Few if any of the audience members are like to be in favour of the use of the death penalty; few will be unaware that large parts of the American legal system are corrupt, racist and utterly untrustworthy. It has little new to tell them.

Particularly egregious examples of abuses — the account of the man who has just found his parents murdered, their throats slit, being forced to look at graphic photos of their bodies, or of the obviously intellectually limited 18-year-old black man browbeaten into confessing to taking part in an armed robbery that led to the death of a policeman, on the expectation of then being allowed to go home — might produce gasps from the audience, but this is a story that anyone who reads British quality newspapers is entirely familiar with.

The actors present a script derived entirely from interviews with the victims of the US “justice” system and from legal transcripts. Supporting this format, they are apparently reading their lines, or at least flicking over the pages, an action that is both distracting and annoying. The sound effects – slamming prison doors, buzzing electric chairs – are also heavy- handed and unsubtle. If we are hearing transcripts of words, they also make little sense.

While this method of “writing” has been used to good effect in several recent productions, here it runs into a serious obstacle. The convicted innocents are — inevitably in a system that relies heavily on money to determine guilt or innocence — the very poor, the ill-educated and those of limited intelligence. They do not always make their own best advocates. READ MORE

My retroblogger, Miss Williams Wynn, is today heading back firmly into the Gothic with the Ricketts ghost story.

It has all of the usualy elements – an evil butler (of course the butler “dun it”) and a bit of aristocratic incest, resulting in a baby disposed of in a grisly manner, and a child scared for life by hearing the tale while hiding behind a curtain to eavesdrop on adult conversation.

While it was written down earlier, it is interesting that Victorians – albeit early Victorians – were so ready to print the gorier events of the tale, and with little attempt to disguise what is going on.

This doesn’t seem to be on the web elsewhere, although perhaps that’s not surprising since by the time Miss Williams Wynn is writing it down the house has been demolished. (It is said to be “between Alton and Alresford”, which are in Hampshire, I believe. Today you can cycle between them.)

Tony Blair says “god will judge” his decision to go to war in Iraq.

“If you have faith about these things then you realise that judgement is made by other people. If you believe in God,it’s made by God as well.” His remarks, made in an interview to be shown on ITV’s Parkinson show tonight.

Odd, really – I thought that he had been elected by voters – the citizens and residents of Great Britain, not by a small collection of cardinals, or indeed by the “hand of God”. And since those voters elected him, you’d think he should be worrying about their verdict on his decisions – not some “inner voice”.

I’ve thought for a long time that the messianic gleam all too frequently spotted in Blair’s eyes has been a serious worry, and this only goes to prove it. Such a pity that you can’t just ban religious fanatics from politics.

He refused to accept a description of himself as a “Christian socialist” – but only because the phrase contained the “s” word. “It’s a long time since anyone used the word socialist about me,” he said.

Lovely. There’s only one problem with this. His party is still at least partly “socialist” (broadly defined), as indeed are the people who elected him, but few would regard their politics as “Christian”.

Once again the Prime Minister refused to answer when asked if he prayed for guidance before taking the decision to go to war. But given the general tenor of his remarks the conclusion that he did can hardly be avoided. So great, a key decision is made because a voice in the PM’s head told him it should be war. There are other words for that …

Blair really should leave for America. He’d be so much more at home there.
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Turning to the distinctly profane: the Guardian’s online editor todaycomplains about the quality of onlineadverts while making the interesting revelation that the Guardian Unlimited (its online arm) will break even this year. In absolute terms I doubt this means much – no doubt it depends largely on how you allocate costs – but it is nevertheless a small landmark in the maturation of the web.