22 Jul 2022 Insights
Andy Kenworthy

Towards a waste free life

I grew up in England in the 1980s. Once a week I’d be woken by the dustmen. They were dustmen because they mostly took dust and ash from coal fires like the one in our front room. We didn’t know what recycling was. We had compost bins and second hand ‘jumble sales’ in the Village Hall. Occasionally, Dad would take a carful of sons, Marlboro fumes and broken bicycles to ‘the dump’. We’d hunt discarded treasures.

Father and daughter collecting rubbish on the beach