A winter walk on a pristine beach as the day wanes might lead to feelings that all is well with the world.
Take a closer look and problems surface. At my feet with every step was plastic waste.
My hands were soon full. A couple with a dog offered me a poo bag. ‘We often do our bit. Collect plastic and rubbish when we’re walking the dog.’
That isn’t the point though, is it? Public spirited individuals trying to stem the tide of a global problem. If production of plastic were stopped dead tomorrow the problem would remain, but would make sense of picking up what remains.
A ten minute trawl.