Dear loyal following (hi mum)...I'm back! Back in Australia, and back on the blog with some pretty fragments of broken plastic.

My 6-yr old and I like to collect stuff: shiny, small, precious or unusual bits that we find in junk shops, in the play park and sometimes just on the pavement.

This weekend we went camping on Stradbroke Island (about 30mins by ferry just east of Brisbane). We had a beautiful spot meters from Cylinder Beach where we braved the intermittent rain, and rejoiced (with gin) that the forecast 2am-7am storm had vanished from the radar. 

Before catching our early evening ferry home on Sunday we walked over the rocks, past cresting dolphins, to Deadman's Beach where we found squeaky white sand, crystal clear water and many, many tiny splinters of colourful plastic knitted into the grassy bank fringing the cove. While I was dismayed at the density of the waste, my son quietly whooped each time he found a new shade of turquoise or the most rare of peach tones; beach refuse delights the magpie in him. In minutes my hands were overflowing with a rainbow of rubbish.


Whilst some of the ocean's debris comes from sea-based sources, the majority in Australia is local. Let's not spoil this paradise on our doorstep Australia. 

I'll be handing out high-fives when Dutch inventor and UN's 'Champion of the Earth' (enviable title), Boyan Slat's Ocean Clean Up project is up and running.

In an attempt to turn our garbage-collector frowns upside down, we decided to make our finds into a piece of artwork, to remind the boys to put rubbish where it belongs.