Reasons to do nothing
I had a wake-up call over New Year. No, I wasn't diagnosed with a terminal illness. I didn't suffer the loss of a loved one, lose my job or have my house burn to the ground. I didn't even so much as break a finger nail. What happened was that my dad, in an understated, almost offhand, fashion asked me "so, what are you doing about reducing plastics?" What was I doing about reducing plastics? Well, I had watched Blue Planet and been shocked and appalled by the amount of plastics in our ocean. I had posted indignant comments on numerous Facebook pages depicting scenes of wastefulness and environmental damage. I had sighed and tutted over rubbish found on beaches and beauty spots that I loved. But what had I done? Errm. Not a lot, really. So, as someone who loves the outdoors, believes in social responsibility, is reasonably intelligent and doesn't want my children to have to clear up a generation of cr*p, why wasn't I doing more? Here are my ...