“And isn’t that the wrong way round? Our grandparents and some of our parents were taught these skills at school because they were recognised as vital. I, by contrast, had to learn to boil an egg from Delia Smith.
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Our grandparents knew how to knit, sew and cook on the cheap. With so many people experiencing poverty, these skills must be taught once again.
Growing up, I remember the black bucket next to my nan’s back door. Filled with icy-cold water it held a fish, bought early in the morning by my grandfather from the docks. The fish would sit there, soaking, before it would be scaled, gutted, filleted and cooked for tea. It would have been caught overnight, by one of the small fishing boats that work the Solent. Fresh in every way that mattered, with a minuscule carbon footprint.
My grandparents had an allotment, for vegetables. It wasn’t a huge patch of land, but Gramps had the knowledge and skill to ensure there was always something growing, whether it was beans or marrows (I used to hate…
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