What springs to mind when you think about “old age”? Or even about your own old age? I think of those pensioners who overtake me with a friendly «Hello» when I’m out walking, dragging myself up to the

What springs to mind when you think about “old age”? Or even about your own old age? I think of those pensioners who overtake me with a friendly «Hello» when I’m out walking, dragging myself up to the

How about a bike helmet made from fungal mesh rather than plastic? Or a used smartphone instead of a new one? Or, instead of living in a large detached house, could you imagine living in a small, almo