Yep, that’s me hanging out on the back lawn at my dearly departed Grandmothers house in the Kinson area of my hometown, Bournemouth. Footloose and fancy free as any wee bairn would have been in the 60’s.
There are times when so enraged I become at the abject destruction of all things natural that all I can do is scream my profound disgust. So cover your ears kids, because I have now been driven over the edge!
Whether that is mixing with some of the regions most venomous of snakes or scaling cliffs as a way of reaching certain photographic vistas.
There are no guarantees that my son, Joshua, will be able to strap on SCUBA tanks and plop into the crystal clear waters of tropical Micronesian reef channels,
Uniting and subscribing to the health of our Planet, is that such an alien concept? With enough people on board could it be a possible solution?
Change is a word we hear a lot these days. “Climate Change” “Change for the better” “Change for a cuppa, Guv?”. In a way it addresses something that isn’t right, something that needs, well, to change.