Plastic has crapped all over pristine

I love the beach and have for as long as I can remember. As a child I was always painting pictures of desert islands with palm trees. And I feel so grateful to live in Australia which has some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. So when I discovered that our oceans are now full of plastic it kind of ruined my day. The thought that no beach or island is pristine anymore, that most whales, turtles and albatrosses have plastic in their stomachs, just broke my heart. But it also launched me into action, picking up any plastic I saw on the ground when I was out in the street or on my morning runs. And I discovered it is EVERYWHERE. I couldn’t believe I’d never noticed it before. 18 months later I’m still doing this several times a week.

My childhood fantasies about pristine desert islands

My taste of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch

Late last year I spent three weeks in Hawai’i, one of my favourite places on earth. On the way over an article in the inflight magazine caught my attention. It was about Ka Lae, otherwise known as South Point, a remote location at the southernmost point of the State, known for a 40 ft cliff where gutsy divers jump into the ocean. While this alone would make it worth a visit, there was a much darker side to this remote location that lured me in.