Dementor sent rain

Don’t panic, I haven’t given up on my 30 Days Wild. Nor my Plastic Challenge.

The weather has been quite nasty here in Cheshire. And instead of taking lunch outside and making friends with baby squirrels, I’ve been sitting on the inside watching the dementor sent rain thrashing against the window.

But inbetween working fulltime, attending a golden wedding anniversary celebration, and a session with my kinesiologist I have managed to:
– offer to volunteer on a badger vaccination project.
– Help to organise a new stand at Rutland Birdfair.
– Begin project managing a bird-saving road trip across Europe.

Today was my first visit to a supermarket since Plastic Challenge month began. Loose bread went into a bag that I took with me. Loose onions went into a bag that I took with me.

Rice milk. Ah. In recyclable tetra packs. But I still don’t know what happens to the plastic pouring bit, which all brands now infuriatingly have. Any tetra pack recyclers out there who would like to enlighten me? And to the manufacturers, please, go back to the plastic free cartons.

Everything in the bargain bin was pre-packaged in plastic. And I kept away from my usual weaknesses – crisps/tortillas and humus. Instead I came home and made a pickled walnut and black olive tepanade. Mmm. Jealous?

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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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