He saw the see-saw backsides of obesity traverse across the promenade past sagging deck chairs, stopping by the burger vans of frying lard. How could the NHS contend he thought.
The effluence of sewage farms foamed the ochre crests of waves near to where bathers swam. The greedy moguls still owned the companies that illegally dumped their filth. How could he curb that he thought.
His mind in turmoil: Save the planet? Save the country? Save himself?