My new job is spread across the city of Cardiff. I have two desks ‘conveniently’ located in separate buildings nearly 2 miles apart. As you can imagine, travelling on foot wastes an awful lot of time and using a bicycle has its downsides: finding a space on a busy train; carrying extra kit (helmets, chain locks, fluorescent jackets); and finding somewhere to lock it up at work. So my solution?
A SCOOTER!! The bees knees of travel! You may laugh, but I have thighs of steel and can manage my two mile trip in just under 15 minutes! It’s an unusual sight seeing adults scooting (or scootering?) down the road, but just a couple of days ago, I crossed paths with a very elegant looking lady gliding along on a scooter. We were both taken aback and did an air high-five as I shot past her with hot red cheeks, my rucksack hanging off my shoulder and the lactic acid burning.
Sometimes my daily routine floods me with guilt. Guilt for the impact I’m having on the environment. I spent seven years working in the sector, bossing (yes ‘bossing’ – I know, hard to believe eh?) people around because I wanted everyone to sit up and listen. I’d tell them to recycle because in the UK we produce enough waste to fill the Albert Hall every two hours. I’d run around switching lights off after everyone and chastising people if they didn’t turn their computer off after a day’s work. For those seven years, I was told that the tipping point was coming – the point when the detrimental impact of human society on the planet would reach the point of no return. I would get upset because people couldn’t see beyond today. I left that job. I left it because I felt helpless.
These days I still boss people around and harp on about the penguins, polar bears and climate change – people think I’m odd. I also carry a lot of guilt around because my daily routine still leaves a massive footprint!
I haven’t combined a cartoon and a photograph for a while, but today while I was mulling over what to do for my 365 photography project I decided that the image needed something to fill the white space.
For those of you that know me, I’m not much of a hiker nor do I like to be far from my bed beyond 10pm. I’m quite happy to do a 6 or 7 miles stroll in the Peak District before I’m ready to put my feet up, have a cup of tea and a piece of cake. Anything more and I tend to grumble.
Well, despite my love of sleep and fear of long walks, I signed up for a sponsored nigh walk for St Luke’s Hospice (13 miles) – which, being in Sheffield, involved numerous hills. 1000 people signed up, many whom had lost loved ones and benefited from the support and care of the charity. It was a great night and I’m glad to have helped raise money. Today however, I’m nursing an aching body and have ventured no further than the sofa except to make tea and watch some fantastic Rugby (Australia Vs Scotland).
I don’t like asking for money, but if you would like to donate to St. Luke’s, you still can by visiting my Just Giving page.