Plastic disastric!

I’m en route to Englandshire.
Ultimate destination: Rutland Bird Fair.
Pit-stop at my mom’s in Cheshire tonight. I should be there by midnight after my epic seven hour drive on roads and motorways that more resemble slippery river beds than roads! And it was so gorgeously sunny in Spey Bay.

Today I gave an Ice House Tour to fourteen people. Its an opportunity to educate a captive audience. Whilst touring an old salmon fishing ice house we actually get to tell visitors about all sorts of stuff. Such as marine litter, the biology and behaviours of whales, dolphins and porpoises, the wrongness of captivity, and our current Marine Protected Areas Campaign in Scotland.
So what of marine litter? Well, one plastic supermarket bag can kill an enormous whale. It can’t digest it. Therefore it stays in its stomach. Therefore it doesn’t feel hungry. It stops eating and dies. Simple really.

Anyone who knows me well will know that I despise plastic. I hate the searching of it – seismic surveys are known to have harmful (and killing) effects on dolphins. I hate the extraction of it – land or marine rigs cause pollution and create too many potential environmental disasters. I hate the use of it – its a valuable finite resource that could be used for wonderful life-saving things such as medicines, instead of being frittered away on household goods, clothing, kid’s toys and plastic blooming bags! There are more natural alternatives to everything. There are always alternatives.
Anyway, in my ice house tours I do politely tell the guests of the dangers to whales & dolphins and ask them to give some thought to their day to day lives and consumption or recycling of resources.

Yesterday a gentleman visiting Spey Bay complained about the cafe selling refreshments in plastic bottles. In particular, water – as we are a conservation organisation, and really should not be promoting or condoning such items. I couldn’t agree more. Unfortunately the cafe is sub-let and so nothing to do with the WDCS.
Would it really make a difference though I wonder? I know plenty of folk who work in conservation who don’t think twice about buying plastic pop bottles, covering everything in cling film, or accepting plastic bags. Do I expect too much?
I bought a bag of sweets at a fuel station. The woman serving put the bag of sweets in a plastic bag without asking me if I required one. I took the sweets out of the bag and passed it back to her. At which point she took the unwanted bag and threw it in the bin! Do’! I filled my car up with fuel, bought sweets in a bag made of fuel, which were promptly put in another bag made of fuel. Is there no escape!

Coffee break over. Onwards and southwards I go.
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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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