Sunday, May 10, 2020

AWOOOOO! The new Team Clean film is live

Our wonderful Oscar Wyatt has just made the most beautiful little flic about this year's expedition. Check it!

Thursday, March 26, 2020

Team Clean on the telly!

Hello there legends

Just in case you missed us, Team Clean got a great story up on 7 News Tasmania on Monday night. Check it out!

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Team Clean on page three!

We've had a great run of media in the past 24 hours, and we'll be posting up links throughout today for you to peruse.

Here’s our legendary Captain Cleanup, Matty Dell, on page three of the newspaper today! 

You can check it out online right here -…/more-than-66000-pieces-of-r…/… 

Monday, March 23, 2020

Homeward Bound- Day 8

The team awoke early in the sanctuary of Schooner Cove to light winds and overcast sky's as we prepared for the steam from Port Davey to Recherche Bay. The steam takes over ten hours past some of the most beautiful and untouched wilderness on the planet, no people, no roads, no houses, and no lights, lets hope as a community we have the foresight to keep it that way for generations to come.

The Rumours led the charge making it to Recherche Bay by mid afternoon, the Velocity arrived around an hour later, while the Celtic Rose was last to arrive at around 6pm. After an afternoon and early evening of watersports and the recording of audio interviews the boats rafted up for one last get together before we returned to our home ports. A great dinner of Mel's special curry with some fresh tuna and roast vegetable was washed down with some of our sponsors finest.

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Bramble Cove, apparently a day off… not ~ expedition day 7

A sleep in at least was something we indulged in. The Port Davey greys had well and truly set in creating an indeterminent sense of time and mood. We filled our bellies with saltana bran and milk before setting in to our individual chill time. As the neglected clock ticked away, the time soon came that the count of debris from the day before was upon us. The 3 crews got to it; washing the deck of the Celtic Rose, weighing down the tarp, and gathering the bulk bags from our 14km expedition of Stephens and Noyheener. The crew then split in to two, one on the Celtic Rose working through the larger items, and the other on Rumours tackling the dreaded micros and small rope.

Despite the drizzle and shades of grey, the spirits were at a surprisable high as this task has previously been under lights and on empty bellies.

After an hour or two of numbers and categories being all that could be heard, we came to our total. Stephens hit 6833, while Noyheener reached 9474, totalling 16,307 items for yesterday!

Although our day off had started as one would wish, it now seemed as though we were back in the swing of things. With this, delegation station was pumped up and called a clean up in Bramble Cove. The crew rallied up preparing for yet another wet landing, combined with the Davey rain. Plenty of rope dread locks, one coiled with small worms, their soft bodies braided into the decomposing rope in a strangely compelling aesthetic combination, that on closer inspection reveals the shocking legacy of toxicity as this is another moment where plastic enters the food chain.

The length of the Cove was short, which thankfully made the abundance of material present manageable, albeit simultaneously overwhelming. In a short dense period of time we gathered a total of 6531 items.

Blog by Cam.

Stephen’s & Noyheneer beaches ~ expedition day 6

Night rains had washed the skies for clear expansive views to the Rugby Range, as the good ship Rumours motored teams round to Stephen’s. We filled our eyeballs with more treasures, drinking in views of devastingly wild beauty. We donned wet-weather gear for a challenging landing, daunted by our predecessors tales of rough weather and legendary rubbish hauling, on these 2 long beaches.

After yesterday’s sand-blasting, on-beach conditions we were primed to hunt for rubbish. Heads went down, finding rusty balls and small plastics on wind sculpted pedestals. Stephen’s Bay soon revealed her more ancient charms, stunning living places displaying the bounty available here. It’s impossible for a photo to capture the sense of deep time these ancient living sites whisper of.

We discuss an artwork, contrasting the muted tones of these majestic beach living places with the jangly-loud colours of the shocking modern midden of plastic we’re now building on the boat deck. A modern midden of marine refuse, sent adrift across the ocean, by just a few consumptive generations.

Meanwhile, among the debris, other locals still prevail: devil prints snag across the sand, dragging something back for the kids in the foredunes…

It was a nice change to walk through the back dunes to our second beach, where prints of a young wombat waddling the sands, inspired Steve to dive under bushes to avoid soaking his holed foot in the marsh, emerging triumphant to tackle one half of the second beach solo.

The rain pops the nurdles up, but buries other small plastics in sand, making a challenging mix of micros and large awkward items. Beach access made safe loading a particular challenge to our awesome dinghy maestro’s and skippers. Wetsuits were donned to extract a heavy steel ball, half a shipwreck, and the large items walkers had gathered into the 2 campgrounds.

Collab blog by Mel and assorted other crew

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Revenge of the nurdles ~ expedition day 5

Created in factories far far away and transported en masse upon the high seas the nurdles began their relentless quest for world domination...

Arrriving separately, each nurdle took its own private adventure through the high seas to be washed up upon the sheltered shores of Mulcahy Bay.

Together they gathered in a loose multicolour assemblage.... waiting... and waiting for the time when they would be melted and poured into moulds to become an item of greater importance... maybe a drink bottle, maybe a rope, maybe something heaps better than all of those things....

As the days passed, no melting or moulding occurred, the nurdles became restless, and began self-organising their ranks on the beach transforming into a toxic army of unseen scale and ferocity ready to unleash their fury upon humanity...

That was until... Team Clean arrived in force with finger pickers poised to rid the Mulcahy of the evil nurdle scourge. A hard-fought battle ensued with drizzly conditions obscuring much of the smaller plastics, yet the eager nurdles were stopped in their tracks and quickly sealed into ziplock bags.

A modest 5,295 items was plucked from the beach of which nurdles comprised 283 tiny evil particles.

*Nurdles are pelletised plastic (around 5mm in diameter and 3-4mm thick) that are processed by industrial machines to produce everyday plastic items. They come in every colour of the rainbow and through scientific compositional analysis can be traced back to their factory of origin.