Plastic purge
During the December holidays, I went for a walk on an unspoiled, relatively isolated beach on the Garden Route. With only a few people strolling along the coastline with their dogs, it was easy to imagine this piece of wild, windswept coastline as it might have been 100 or even 500 years ago; beautiful and unchanged. Until I spotted the errant pieces of plastic on the shore: milk bottles, strangled plastic bags and plastic straws.
The sight depressed and infuriated me, but it really hit home when I read the article on single-use plastic in your December 2017 issue, and realised that I am just as guilty. I routinely forget my reusable shopping bag, and buy plastic bags at the supermarket. I buy bottled water, use tampons with…
