Poo. Smelt like it. Looked like it. Felt like it. Rotting kelp, thick to your knee as we stepped off the dinghy into a small bay, Green Island Main.
Notorious as a catchment for all sorts of floating rubbish, we managed to rummage our way through a smelly mix of old drink bottles, bits of rope and pieces of broken up plastic. One of us found a big, dirty old boot in the stream just to the south end of the small, sheltered bay. We found a plastic axe, straight out of the toy box!
It’s an amazing experience to see a beach, hidden under a thick layer of yucky gunk, within hours, returned to a beautiful little bay, the way it should always be.
After a late lunch the boats headed north to the beautiful waters of Nye Bay where some of the brave surfers had a late afternoon surf with a baby seal. The rest of the crew started sorting the days collection of debris, 12913 pieces of plastic, and 2987 small pieces of small rope among the 18535 items counted on the back of the Celtic Rose until 10:30 in the evening.
