One of the best things that ever happened in Ireland was the introduction of the plastic bag ‘tax’ a few years ago. I’m writing about this now as a similar tax has come into operation in England this week.
Here in Ireland, we’ve pretty much got rid of the blight of plastic bags being blown all over the countryside and finding themselves knotted around branches, stuck in stone walls, floating down rivers and being washed up all along our lovely coastline.
Plastic bags have a value now and having a value is something that is hugely important in all walks of life.
I’m not sure why but I can’t seem to see old boots that are washed up on the beach as eyesores like those flapping white plastic bags. Old boots have a style all of their own. They also pose questions about the feet they once cushioned and the journeys they enjoyed and/or endured.
Old boots, like this one that my son, Harry, and I came across at high tide last night, speak to me of resilience and the the notion of ‘being tough as old boots.’ That’s a toughness that puts value on determination, heart and character.
Isn’t that the kind of value that matters most?