Conservation talk these days seems to centre on how we are ruining the sea with our rubbish. Plastics get the lion's share of the blame, though we flush lots else that we don't want into the briny.
|No thanks ... Vast strips of, er, what we don't want are returned by the South Atlantic and lay in long dark brown stretches along the beach at famous Sea Point.|
Some plastics float once they enter the ocean, though not all do.
The problem, as I interpret it, is that oceans can't help themselves, can't get rid of the plastics, nor the billions of bucketloads of, er, discharge from the 7.52 billion of our species.
|The rich haf ways ... The surf tries its damndest to deposit what-have-you in Bantry Bay. But it's a millionaire's hideout and the rich haf vays. The, er, flotsam is cold-shouldered towards the commoners' beaches.|
Our species is doing something about it.
Well, they are talking about it and talking about doing something about it.
Of course, some organisations are involved in the ocean clean up right now, as an encouraging article here shows.
|Beach combing loses appeal ... Huge, deep stretches of what the ocean would rather not have are cast, hundreds of tons of the stuff, well above the high water line.|
A coastal gale off Cape Town overnight churned up that mighty ocean, and its conscience, and in that mood, the ocean told its largest adjoining city, 'Take your droppings back, chums.'
And unlike some of us, the ocean did actually roll up its sleeves and, helped by a huge surf from the gale, simply threw back onto the upmarket, touristy beaches tons and tons of human waste.
Probably only hours earlier much of it had slid down long pipes into the sea, to slither over the brief continental shelf and - yuk!- plop down into the deep.
But Mother Nature has intervened. I hope evidence of the ocean's hard work recorded by my ancient Windows phone shows how effectively this return to sender has worked.