Went to the Eden Project yesterday. What a fab… er… thing, that is. Its all, kind’of, eco-bubbles set out in a former clay pit in deepest darkest (or brightest, as it turned out, being about 120 degrees here yesterday) Cornwall. They’ve made an Amazonian rainforest, under immense plastic bubbles, and its like being in Brazil, but without the football. Or snakes. Though they do have animals there, birds and frogs and other insect-eating stuff so they can save on the price of a (very big) can of ‘Raid!’

There’s also a ‘Mediterranean’ bubble, or ‘Biome’ as they unpretentiously call them, offering all the plants and flowers and trees you’d find in the Med. Or by the Med. And humous too. You can get that in the cafe, and that’s a very ‘med’ kind of a dish.

But the Eden project is really not about showing how fucking clever they are at growing stuff. No. Its about goodness and light. Its about ecology and sustainability. Its about recycling and fair trade. Its like the new god. And I walked round, marvelling at the amazing plantlife they have there, every flower totally perfect and probably really sustainable, if you feed it and water it. There’s an exhibition room there too, showing how we abuse the world. The Al Gore Exhibition Centre. Well, that’s what I called it. They call it ‘The Core’. Cos it looks core-ish.

A wonderful equation: trees absorb Carbon Dioxide with sunlight to grow their fruit, which are natural sugars. We eat the sugars (the fat bastards round here do, more than their fair share, it would appear) and breathe out Carbon Dioxide, which the trees then re-absorb… Ya geddit? Perfect.

There was a Smart Car. And a label telling us that every kilometer it travels it expends 100 cubic hectizules of Carbon Dioxide. Or 100 somethings anyway. And I realised that I am an eco-warrior, without even knowing it. Because I don’t drive a Smart car. I drive a fucking monster V8 gas guzzler that eats Smart Cars and recycles their parts as roadkill. So I must produce a zillion gms per square centilitre of CO2 just getting out of the car park. And think how happy that must make the trees, giving them all that carbon? So what I initially felt was an ironic kind of hypocrisy, turning up at Eco-Central in the world’s most uneconomical and unecological car (that’s how they sold it to me, anyway), that I was ‘off message’. But no. Turns out Carbon is god, if you’re a tree, so that makes me a disciple.

I love Cornwall. So hot down here. So eco-friendly.

Happy Thursday

A xxxx