Journal

Illustration from Time

As the triple bottom line takes on a new lease of life, illustrated by coverage in recent days by The Economist and Time, the number of requests from MBA and PhD students for background and comment is growing. As I pass on references, it strikes me that it is 15 years since I coined the phrase – 13 years since we published Engaging Stakeholders, the 2-volume report in which we benchmarked early corporate attempts at sustainability reporting, and 12 years since Cannibals with Forks (the book in which I spelled out the TBL agenda) was first published.

One of our Trailblazer organisations, The Environment Foundation, has just become The Foundation for Democracy & Sustainable Development – and, as Chairman of the Foundation, I co-wrote (with Foundation Director Halina Ward) an article on the theme for openDemocracy, which published it yesterday to celebrate the second annual International Democracy of Day.

Missed posting this link because I was in Plymouth, having been delayed for some while as we travelled westward when our train hit someone who had decided to commit suicide. The central question in our article, not meaning to be offensive, was whether the world’s democracies will respond in good time to this century’s great challenges, climate change in particular, or whether they will unintentionally commit collective suicide as problems outpace solutions – and darker political options are embraced.

Tell, Jieying and Elaine Ditto

The garden has been looking very water-stressed recently – and when Tell (Muenzing) Jieying (Zheng), Elaine and I went for a walk in Richmond Park this afternoon after lunch, I was shocked to see how dry the landscape is now. We walked through and around groups of deer, red and either fallow or roe, in a way that struck me as slightly unusual. Was struck how I saw deer at a considerable and deep in the bracken before the others, underscoring how much the cataract surgery late last year helped my vision. Meanwhile, after several days of feeling pretty gloomy, thanks to the ‘flu and bronchitis, am beginning to feel significantly better.

Machina Volante Leonardo wings Leonardo parachute Downstairs at the Lightbox Right-hand bike once thought to be by Leonardo Outside, fish Pegasus or Phoenix, nice wings Hazelnuts from Jane’s garden

Delightful chat with my mother, Pat, this morning, on the occasion of her 87th birthday. She recalled Herman Goering’s attempt to kill her, when she was sitting in a park south of London, wearing uniform and close by to an anti-aircraft battery.  In the distance, three planes could be seen from as far as 20 miles away as they sped north – directly towards her. She reflected on how wonderful the RAF were, only to have them machine-gun her. Luckily for her – and me – they missed.

Shortly afterwards, despite my still suffering from bronchitis, Elaine and I headed south to see a friend, Jane Davenport, who pre-dates even Elaine, and to take a look at a Leonardo da Vinci exhibition at The Lightbox in Woking, where Jane volunteers.  

Extraordinary to see one of Leonardo’s sketchbooks – and some of the working demonstrated the dazzling range of the man’s imagination, from diving helmets and machine guns (he’d have been interested to take a look inside those Luftwaffe aircraft) to self-propelling cars and parachutes. Across the road, as we went to collect the car, there was a Pegasus, or similar, carved from a single oak tree, which extended the afternoon’s winged theme.  Then home to Jane’s for a leisurely series of coffees and teas in the sun, with hazelnuts cannoning down on the roof of the nearby summerhouse. One of the Leonardo aphorisms in the museum had reflected on how sometimes when you’re buried in work, it helps to put a little distance between you and it. And it works.

Suffering from some sort of flu after getting back from Oslo, I have been doing some design work – and then mucking about with YouTube ahead of The Beatles on BBC2 this evening.  One of my favourite songs, though not yet part of my Top 16, featured elsewhere on this site, is Cole Porter’s Don’t Fence Me In, as sung by Bing Crosby and The Andrews SIsters.  Then, this evening, I came across David Byrne’s version. Blazingly wonderful.