The Twelfth Pub Likes our Planet

As with every pub crawl down through the ages, we're going to have some tidying to do after this one.

Forgetting the mess this trip will make of our best shirts, our social judgement and perhaps our dormitories, there is also going to be carbon spilt everywhere. Our combined air travel will clock in at about 88,000km and tip the scales at 28 tonnes of the bad stuff. 

Thirty adult trees will chew through that in about a year but firing sapplings into the ground provides no guarantee of getting that return. Baby trees don't have a great attrition rate.

The 12th Pub is developing a carbon blueprint to ensure the only debt we owe from this trip is financial. Keep your eyes on this page if you're interested to know how we tidy up this mess.