Thirty Days Wild, thirty posts throughout June (and July, I’m tardy) something that is grounded in our wild world. This year posts are from our travels around the north coast of Scotland on the North Coast 500 route and a visit to Orkney. Stand by, for lots of sky, sea, wildlife, history, Spud the dog and random musings.
It saddens my heart, to find plastic on the beach. I pick it up when ever I can, as do others (it looks like their are some very useful bits and bobs in here, reduce, reuse, recycle).
It seems a sad fact of life that it seems the more remote the beach, the more plastic washes up
Will plastics be the archaeology of the future? Here bailer twine is being consumed by dunes.
I was pleased to see both on Orkney and in the highlands of Scotland efforts to remove plastic (and other debris) from the beach.
It seems ironic to have to use plastic bags to collect the rubbish in, maybe we could knit string bags from the bailer twine, not much use though, for the smaller pieces of plastic (although,hopefully micro beads of plastic from cosmetics will become a thing (or legacy) of the past)
There was a community feel to many of the beach cleaning initiatives. Like this one
They even have a grabber thing, to use if you don’t fancy collecting by hand. And not only a dog poo bin, but a poo bag dispenser!
All this was at the beautiful Balnakeil beach
Apart from the feel good factor of taking plastic from the ocean, for more careful recycling, there can be other unforeseen perks. I was dragging a large piece of plastic net off the beach above, when I was approached by a man (no photo here, you’ll just have to use your imagination) in his early thirties, he was running along the beach with his husky hound dog, of very athletic build and wearing naught but lycra Jammer swim shorts and a sprinkling of Polynesian style tattoos, he stopped and in a very strong French accent thanked me for ‘helping keep the oceans of the world beautiful’.
Don’t worry girls their is plenty more plastic on the beach…