Over the moon

We are a one-car family, we use beeswax instead of cling wraps and compost all food scraps. But the last bastion of eco-friendliness was one I alone could conquer.

The first time I’d heard a Mooncup described, I was 19 years old. I was sunbathing on my cousin’s lawn, listening to her flatmate discuss her upcoming travels.

“How will you manage your period in a place with no supermarkets or sanitary bins?” we wondered. We were intrigued.