Cycling and camping each day meant I was constantly buying food and generally only for a meal at a time; no bulk-buying with potentially less packaging. With each purchase from a supermarket (or heaven forbid, a takeaway) there would be some packaging to dispose of, from a plastic milk carton for my daily doses of porridge, to “paper” sandwich cartons. [Continue Reading...]
Showing posts with label camping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label camping. Show all posts
Saturday, 6 July 2019
A Greener Ride
A few years ago when I cycled up and around Scotland
from my home in Wales, UK I was (or certainly became) conscious of a
few environmental issues, such as deforestation, which felt beyond my
control, and recycling, which was within my control.
Cycling and camping each day meant I was constantly buying food and generally only for a meal at a time; no bulk-buying with potentially less packaging. With each purchase from a supermarket (or heaven forbid, a takeaway) there would be some packaging to dispose of, from a plastic milk carton for my daily doses of porridge, to “paper” sandwich cartons. [Continue Reading...]
Cycling and camping each day meant I was constantly buying food and generally only for a meal at a time; no bulk-buying with potentially less packaging. With each purchase from a supermarket (or heaven forbid, a takeaway) there would be some packaging to dispose of, from a plastic milk carton for my daily doses of porridge, to “paper” sandwich cartons. [Continue Reading...]
Monday, 27 May 2019
Happy Bank Holiday!
My previous Bank Holiday experience, and the Easter Weekend before it, were I think somewhat woeful. I was on my 1,000-mile cycling/camping trip
and I learned, in the first day, that I had set off on the wrong day.
It was Good Friday and the first leg of my trip took me from Anglesey,
along the A5, to Betws-y-Coed. Being a hot weekend, likely the hottest
of the year so far, tourists/walkers were out in force, parking wherever
they could along that road that runs through the welsh mountains. One
carpark for walkers I turned into, to refill my water bottle at the
Cafe’s WC there, was heaving, vehicles coming and going, or at least
attempting to since there were just too many of them for the space
available. I’m glad I was only after water; the queue at the café was
long and seemingly lined with people craving ice cream. [Click here to continue reading]
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