By Olly Gibb
Rolling in from distant shores plastic bottles lie arrogantly nestled in our tranquil coves and
sandy bays. Toothbrushes, tyres and crisp packets blemish our beaches and taint our shores.
The silent war waged by sea litter is one of mindless attrition. Mass consumption and mass
disposal. For a year now our laments and cries of hopelessness have been lost in the gales as
we stumble along beaches riddled with rubbish, fearing the inevitable desecration of this holy
But now, thanks to a brave few - a lucky few - the tides in this war are changing. Whispers that
started softly as a late spring breeze have rallied and gathered to a roaring mid winter battle cry
that sounds every Sunday as the hordes of litter picking heroes charge onto the shores to
defend their lands. Any litter unlucky enough to be on our coast now quivers in fear as wellies
both small and large march wholeheartedly towards it, impassioned on their weekly crusade for
justice. Cheered on by seals and birds we will doggedly litter pick until we can litter pick no
Since our brave warriors have started they have been collecting roughly 30 kgs of rubbish a
week - over 100kgs in November! With the average European person producing 31kgs of
rubbish a year the group are on track to becoming more plastic neutral in just a few months. We
are storing this plastic so it can be recycled, using shredding and extruding equipment, into
exportable products such as fence posts and plant pots.
We gather every Sunday at a time and place dependent on tide and weather. Despite the intense write up it’s very relaxed and sociable and ideally ends with hot drinks and baked goods. The
team so far has been helped by folk of all ages and an enthusiastic dog.
“We will litter pick on the beaches, we will litter pick in the coves, we will litter pick in the setting sun and howling gales, we shall litter pick on our island, whatever the cost.” Binston Churchill