My initials on the wall at the fish and fruit market, Funchal
So much has happened in the last few weeks.
So much, that at times I felt completely overwhelmed and felt that I had taken on too much. Amongst other things I was coping with.....
To distract myself from all of the above I booked a November trip to Madeira for a walking week in a group of 'like minded' individuals. Walking is the activity that calms me above all others.
Little did I know that the group would be just me and two other people; another group of friends having cancelled at the last minute due to a leg injury.
Little did I also know that one of the other two was afraid of heights and edges, and the other had a fear of walking down hill.
So much, that at times I felt completely overwhelmed and felt that I had taken on too much. Amongst other things I was coping with.....
- Redecorating at home; paint colours to choose. Thousands of match pots and bits of painted coloured paper around the house. OK, not thousands, but more than I care to admit to....
- a solo show to be hung in a beautiful community cafe in Hextable.
- a health issue that has taken some time to come to terms with.
To distract myself from all of the above I booked a November trip to Madeira for a walking week in a group of 'like minded' individuals. Walking is the activity that calms me above all others.
Little did I know that the group would be just me and two other people; another group of friends having cancelled at the last minute due to a leg injury.
Little did I also know that one of the other two was afraid of heights and edges, and the other had a fear of walking down hill.
Sunny street, Funchal. Madeira.
So
we muddled through, on levadas (ancient water irrigation channels),
cliff tops and mountain paths, each hike being a challenge for one or
other of my two companions, until the poor local guide almost lost the
will to live trying to keep everyone happy.
I was just grateful to be walking, in shorts and t-shirt, and away from the worries of domesticity. I changed my walking pace from pretty speedy to VERY SLOW, and all was well. I also ate a lot of cakes. Pastel de nata and Queijada da Madeira to be precise. Delicious.
Unfortunately, while I was away a disaster was unfolding back at home in Camber Sands.
I was just grateful to be walking, in shorts and t-shirt, and away from the worries of domesticity. I changed my walking pace from pretty speedy to VERY SLOW, and all was well. I also ate a lot of cakes. Pastel de nata and Queijada da Madeira to be precise. Delicious.
Unfortunately, while I was away a disaster was unfolding back at home in Camber Sands.
Tiled street, Funchal
A
disaster that beats all other environmental disaters on the local coast
hands down; the release of millions of plastic biobeads into the sea
from Southerm Water's Eastbourne Wastewater Treatment Works.
A big enough problem to reach the national news. A beautiful sandy beach covered with millions of black plastic beads. An environmental disaster on a grand scale.
I felt distressed not to be able to turn up with the other many local people to help try and clear the beach of the beads. I have done beach surveys counting these biobeads in the past with Strandliners, and know how devastated their leaders will be.
I followed the news each day, only to learn that Southern Water had been found culpable. I wanted to be there.
A big enough problem to reach the national news. A beautiful sandy beach covered with millions of black plastic beads. An environmental disaster on a grand scale.
I felt distressed not to be able to turn up with the other many local people to help try and clear the beach of the beads. I have done beach surveys counting these biobeads in the past with Strandliners, and know how devastated their leaders will be.
I followed the news each day, only to learn that Southern Water had been found culpable. I wanted to be there.
Southern Water staff sieving the sand some days after the spillage.
I finally made it to the beach on Sunday; nearly two weeks after the spill. Many sacksful of pellets had already been removed from the beach by volunteers.
Staff from Southern Water were sieving the sand in a slow and laborious way. It was a depressing sight.
I made a video of the process for Instagram.
watch the process of collecting biobeads on the beach here
The
video shows the sieving of sand, and the collection of biobeads so much
better than any still photo can. But because I know not everyone can
access the video, here are some photos anyway.
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The early clean up operation undertaken by Strandliners and @nurdlecoasts
is now on hold until the next spring tide. This is a particularly high
tide around the time of a full moon, which will carry the beads further
up onto the beach, and hopefully allow another collection of washed up
beads using a microplastic vacuum which can only work on soft sand.
biobead debris from the clean up at Camber Sands
The whole event makes me very sad.
A feeling of 'solastagia'.
Solastalgia is the distress caused by negative environmental changes to a person's home environment. It is being felt by so many local people.
I created the book 'Shore' last year about man's behaviour in relation to the sea shore. A book created in frustration at the way we treat our beautiful coastline.
On one of the pages I wrote;
A feeling of 'solastagia'.
Solastalgia is the distress caused by negative environmental changes to a person's home environment. It is being felt by so many local people.
I created the book 'Shore' last year about man's behaviour in relation to the sea shore. A book created in frustration at the way we treat our beautiful coastline.
On one of the pages I wrote;
'What if it rained so hard that the water
companies opened their flood gates and poured
millions of plastic beads and gallons of sewage
onto the brightly decorated shore, as we danced
like fools in the surf.'
Image from the book 'Shore', showing biobeads and microplastics
It shouldn't have happened.
There are no words.
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