I'm pining terribly after the countryside here... the dewy grass, the wet forests, the rolling hills, lochs and lakes, reams and streams, the fir, the mighty Scots pine, the earthy walkways, the...*weeps* I'm going to run off and join a naturist resort or something Just to think... a 7 mile walk out of our aesthetically detrimental town and you're blessed with this sublime beauty of nature.
As it so happens earlier today I speculated on how spongy and soft the grass was at Crossraguel Abbey in Scotland, so, when I made sure the handful of other historical tourists had meandered off, I practically pirouetted off a parapet and rolled around on the floor like someone on day-release from the local asylum.

It doesn’t seem that long ago that I used to be vehemently against going green and labelled all of this environmentally friendly stuff as being wishy-washy farce for limp-wristed liberals; but look at me now: Fastidiously turning off light switches and making people use their car brakes less to be more economic. Even buying the fair-trade/ethical food and forgoing my old ruckus with the prices of it. Admittedly the fair-trade prices are a bit akin to giving blood. Don't worry - it's mainly the bananananas. I'm not a total fruit. *badoom tish*

Right now! As I type and live and breathe and type and blink wearily at my monitor! Sat down with a cuppa nettle tea, aloe vera extract glazing my face, brazil nut oils on my weather-beaten lips, and incense sticks puffing away happily (albeit asthmatically) in the background.

2 years ago today I was laughing at Rocco's little Eco Group; humouring his invitations to help his Eco-Geek wind turbine exploits. 2 years ago today I confess that I even sided with Jeremy Clarkson, patron saint of buffoonery, to the extent that I almost got my friend to put petrol in their diesel. 2 years ago today I was clubbing baby seals to sell their furs on the black marke-... wait, no. Perhaps I am getting a little fantastical.

But the point is - you know me - I'm quite passionate about my causes. (In reddo - a right stubborn bastard). Yet I’m not inflexible, and I’m not ashamed to admit to say that my views have changed considerably.

The technology to make being eco-friendly easier is developing all of the time, and soon you won’t have an excuse. It’s not like you have to start gyrating against a tree or playing Snow White with the animals. But if you see a can of Carling or a Cadbury’s wrapper on the floor, just pick it up and put it in the bin. Your ‘rents ask you if you want a lift to school, then spit in their face! (Metaphorically speaking, of course.)

This wasn’t a conscious change for me; I wasn’t suddenly struck by some political motive. It’s genuinely just amassed from my love of the Northern countryside and slightly worrying obsession with the Body Shop and Original Source (who happen to make/acquire their products ethically and naturally). So the next time someone at the till asks you if you want a Bag for Life, you turn, you look that pimply, bespeckled, slightly vacuous cashier in the eye, and you proudly say “Yes, I would like that, thank you”


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