Litter.
It's everywhere.
When I was a kid (cue Hovis music once more) there used to be Keep
Britain Tidy posters on virtually every street corner, along with
drawings of a stick man throwing an unidentified piece of rubbish
into a litter bin. You don't see either of these things any more and now the streets are knee-deep in discarded detritus. Coincidence? I think
not.
Yesterday whilst enjoying a walk in the country I noticed an
unusually high amount of litter alongside the road. There were 12
different types of cigarette packet; cans and bottles of most leading
soft drink brands, including a Lucozade bottle so badly faded there
was every chance it had been there since Roman times; crisp packets;
sweet wrappers; pieces of polystyrene; torn up carrier bags which
despite them now being worth 5p each are thrown away by people who
are obviously millionaires; and an empty bottle of a cider I thought
they'd stopped making 20 years ago.
And in laybys up and down the country you will find bags full of
rubbish and badly-soiled mattresses that people have ditched. There
are still plenty of litter bins and waste tips in this country, I've
seen them and know they're there, but people are too lazy and want
the instant gratification of chucking stuff out of the window of a
moving vehicle. I'm not sure how they manage this with the mattresses;
that must be quite a skill.
A fellow dogwalker showed us an even worse sight down the start of a
footpath. Piles of gravel, leaves, woodchip and asphalt had been
dumped there. Apparently by the council. This means that they should
probably fine themselves for illegal dumping.
And as a cherry on top of this particular cake someone had dumped a
knackered barbecue on top of one of the piles of grit.
Anyway, I'm off to set fire to some tyres.
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