Today was very much a day of contrast. A big beach with tiny micro plastics, sunshine in the morning to storms in the afternoon, ancient Indigenous middens covered with modern plastic debris. We could have cleaned this beach for days: because of the shifting sands, micro plastics become buried under the dunes. We tried to trace and retrace our steps to uncover the hidden pieces.
We had our first encounter with nurdels: tiny grains of plastic that are used to manufacture plastic objects. This tricky little plastic is hard to see and travels far and wide across the ocean. I wonder where these ones came from?
Today's count 11313 pieces of plastic.
Strong winds this evening....
Admiral Albert, Captain Wild Pip Jones, and Shane
