It's a bright, frosty invigorating day and the beach was, superficially, looking its best. Southampton water was flat as a mill pond, only gently rippled by the ferries' wash, and the dog and I were pricked by the chilly beauty of it all. Big Mama nature was in charge, overwhelming the horrible human industrial footprints of Fawley & Calshot, with crunchy frost clinging to the shingle and thin layers of translucent ice in the standing water. Gorgeous. Until we saw the bath. A whole, slightly used, bathtub sitting at an apologetic angle like a beached porpoise waiting for the next high tide. Who? How? WTF? Why has some enemy of humanity dumped a bathtub in the sea? It's probably the strongest sign I've had that something must be done.
We're going to spread the word, and if anyone in the Hamble or Netley feels like joining me in taking a little responsibility, do let me know at dirtmeetsthewater@googlemail.com
The beach in question is here....
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