I love humans. My friends, my family, we are mostly humans (if you don’t count dogs, cats and my brother’s beautiful leopard gecko, Gonville.) So it’s upsetting to be told that ‘we’ are destroying the planet. ‘We’ get hoodwinked into buying expensive green alternatives, then told afterwards they are even worse ‘because.’ Bombarded with alarmist…
WTF? Too Many Acronyms!
I started writing blogs in conjunction with publishing ‘The Frog Theory’ on the advise of a PR company. They said to blog about three things, and to stick to those three subjects, in order to start building an online presence.
Choosing the first subject was easy – I immediately knew I wanted to write about urban eco – so I made that my starting point.
In the first urban eco blog I was swayed from pessimism to optimism by the similarity between London Wetlands and the famous Okavango.
The project proved beyond doubt that rehabilitation of nature, even in cities, is possible. Just look at what was achieved in such a short space of time?
All that waffle about why things can’t be done – all those excuses – all that bad news – pouff! 💫
I was donating to WWF – a small thing – and wished I could do more. I enthusiastically tapped ‘London Wetlands’ into the search engine to find those cute otters that had inspired me so, planning to start my urban eco blog…
…when I discovered I had been donating to the wrong organisation! For how long?
4 years, FFS***???@~~~*!!! 😳
It was the wwT I had meant to donate to, not the wwF?!
Pesky acronyms, there are so many of them – some easily recognisable such as DOB, ASAP and UFO but others?
I had felt profoundly humbled that wwT had my back – and thought one day I could pay it forward in a bigger way to a naive teenager like I had been – or a child. An otter.
But not yet.
I challenged myself.
When I was a bit older, of course! And a responsible parent, that kind of thing. When I was ‘qualified’ – that’s the word I was looking for.
I was well into my 40s, how much older did I think I was going to get before ‘qualification’ kicked in? And I was already a parent, wasn’t I?
Yes. Yes I was – AM!
Sorted enough with material possessions , love life, other things (hair) to have a bit of headspace for something altruistic?
Errrrrr, I have to say yes.
So this future me I was thinking about – the kind of person who would be interested in gardening – or joining the WI – thus becoming ‘qualified’ was…ME??????????
HOLY FRIKKING MACKERAL (H F M)
But I drive a car. I’ve been known to use cling-film. I am indirectly responsible for the death of an innocent guinea pig. And I don’t like lecturing people. Pot. Kettle. Black. That kind of thing. ‘Conservation’ is a word I associate with people who know what they are doing, and I’m not one of them!
Still, a watched pot does eventually boil (with or without a frog in it) and my conscience was definitely at a fierce bubble.
Well I started donating to WWT, for a start. And I kept donating to ww – F. (I’d got quite fond of them by now.)
WWT founder Peter Scott drew the original panda logo for WWF, so there were at least strong links, and that made me feel a bit better about the whole thing.
I was further comforted to find this optimistic quote, from the man I remember throughout childhood, for bringing the natural world to our television.
“London Wetlands Centre is the ideal model for how humankind and the natural world may live side by side in the 21st century.”
Sir David Attenborough