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Dirty Work

work outing when I worked for Barclays Global Investors some of the most kind hearted folk I have had the pleasure to work with had me Beach Cleaning at the Thames Estaury - delightfully the first thing I picked up was a tampon followed by Cotton buds galour and more glass than I have drunk out of. We ended up with 16kg in 2 hours rubbish  off a beach we all thought was clean. My company gives us 3 days a year to do charity work like this so its a great incentive to get out and help great causes.

Learnt a few things about the marine environment and how we can improve it with a few simple changes to life. We raised £1000 for the Marine Society on the day and have a dress down next Friday so no doubt there will be more.

  • Avoid using plastic bags and ensure you dispose of them wisely - we saw an example of 8kg of plastic found in a whale 
  • Don't drop cigarette butts anywhere but a bin - they will end up in water ways. 
  • Don't flush cotton buds down the loo 
  • Don't support a balloon release - the plastic explodes in the atmosphere and was found in the whale and turtles like to eat the floating plastic (Turtles are dumb but they don't need to be smart if they don't have to be!) 
  • eat sustainable fish - check out the  NZ Greenpeace guide  which is changing my attitudes to eating for sure. 
I hope this helps you to think about your influence on the great big world out there and if you are interested in learning more please do let me know.

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