You can’t have everything. Where would you put it? — Steven Wright This blog post was inspired by a letter from my friend Maya who lives in Cornwall. She described the aftermath of Storm Goretti which had brought extensive damage to the region. “Weather wise,” she said, “we’re still being rattled around by the wind: things blown all over the place; bins and recycling bags going for walkabout (or blowabouts), scattering litter that people seem not to care two hoots about where it ends up.” She then introduced a term I’d never encountered before. “Ever heard of ‘plogging’ by the way? I hadn’t! It’s the act of picking up litter while jogging!” It turns out plogging originated in Sweden around 2016. The word is a portmanteau of “jogging” and the Swedish phrase plocka upp (pick up). It sounds fun but I can’t imagine myself jogging. That’s not to say that litter collecting is the preserve of the fit and healthy. As if to prove the point Maya included a photo of Orinoco from the t...
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