This weekend I ventured down to London to visit a friend for her birthday. While I was there I decided to go to Notting Hill, I had no interest in the markets, I never saw the film and I couldn’t be bothered finding the banksy art work (it was cold, wet and crowded with tourists). I only wanted to see the colourful houses and get out of there. I have a thing for colourful places, if you didn’t already know.
To my surprise, I did find something that made me want to stay in the grey, crowded area and that was this man:I love public vegan activism, although mine is usually limited to what I can do online in the comfort of my own home. So when I meet people like Barry, I’m inspired and uplifted to see people out in the cold spreading the vegan message to the masses.
It made me feel sad, in a way, to think that I run a blog, originally intended to help people find vegan clothes and beauty products with inexpensive recipes and it’s now evolved into a travel blog with the odd post relating to veganism. Who I am helping, what am I doing, could I be doing something more to help the animals?