Healthy and Active

 

Recently I have been active on Twitter. When I say active, I mean I actually posted something on it myself, rather than the WordPress blog automatically posting a link for me when I publish something new on my blog, like with this post.

Twitter, like the internet in general, is hardly the sort of place that a general gripe or groan about anything is going to be noticed by anyone much, being as your particular gripe or groan is likely to be shared by many others and expressed with various levels of intelligent and unintelligible language or factual rigour in the same sort of place as you are using for yours. Even that is going to be just one of the myriad of gripes and groans that will already be there anyway. But it can make you feel a little better if you have your very own. Continue reading “Healthy and Active”

Anniversary

Rural life has many advantages, particularly if like me you are old enough to remember night clubbing and a social life in black and white and didn’t really like it much even then. One noticeable positive aspect is the almost complete lack of traffic. We live in a lane that has about two private cars a day passing by. One of those is a neighbour off to work at 7am, with the bedroom window open you hear the diesel engine stutter to life and the vehicle crunching away across their gravelly driveway, as reliable as an alarm clock except you don’t even have to reach outside the bed to turn this one off and can turn over to get another hour or so of sleep. The other one is usually someone driving by during the daytime who is normally someone who is lost. Continue reading “Anniversary”

Water bottles, water bottles everywhere… to end up in the drink.

We did a Beach Clean this Sunday, one of three beaches having a volunteer clean up on the same day. The north coast of Cornwall had taken the usual battering from the recent UK-wide stormy weather spell and the ocean had thrown up many foreign objects that don’t belong in it for us to find on the beach. From that single pebble beach, around 300 metres long, with no tourist input to speak of at this time of year, eight of us picked up 120-130 kilos of plastic waste in two hours. A similar amount was collected at another beach, more difficult to get to from land and hence not cleaned often, our local regularly cleaned beach had thrown up over 65 kilos during the week. Continue reading “Water bottles, water bottles everywhere… to end up in the drink.”

A hundred percent.

I was reading the report and looking at the pictures put up by Pete after the last beach clean at Crackington and one of them triggered some sort of irony switch in me.  It was of an empty Lip Balm dispenser, very much minus its used up and probably now vastly diluted contents to imperceptible and, in the homeopathic medicine style, just ‘atomic memory’ levels in the sea. Aside from if the theory involved in that branch of medicine being in any way correct meaning that anyone who goes in the sea will now possess nice smooth lips as a bonus (emphatically, no), I did wonder about the disconnect and motivations of the original discarder. Continue reading “A hundred percent.”