Growing up my dad liked to take me fishing, which usually involved getting up at 4am and heading out to a cold and wet beach for hours on end. However we were usually armed with a flask of coffee and numerous bars of snickers (occasionally popping off to grab a McMuffin), he used to try and break up the time waiting for a bite by sending me off to beachcomb for treasure.
Today I went for a drive with the dog and then took her for a stroll on the beach, as I am on leave for a week so can travel further afield; I took the opportunity to rekindle the old beachcombing habit it doesn’t take long until you see something on the horizon and you dash off to see what it is!
In the past I used to mainly find things like fishing tackle as it was a particularly rocky beach! The other items I found I used to create a back story for, where it came from, what it was used for etc.
Today however I thought I really had found some treasure, well.. a message in a bottle anyway! My mind was ablaze with the story behind it, alas it wasn’t to be, just an old ketchup bottle that had ridden the seas for some time and in the process looked more interesting…
Along with the bottle, I found numerous other plastic bottles, carrier bags, broken plastic and even an old bicycle tire!
I have noticed a big change in the amount of rubbish on our shore lines, there is so much more waste washing up on our beaches, it is amazing that we cannot do more to keep rubbish from entering the sea. I wish people would take home what they arrived with leaving only footprints in the sand as a sign they ever visited.
Perhaps next time I head to a beach with the dog and the boys I should take a black bag and while they all play I could contently collect some of the washed up rubbish mainly in the hope of finding some true treasure but also cleaning up the beach in the process.