Way back when I blogged about a litter-picking walk.
We've often taken a small plastic bag out walking since, but yesterday we did another marathon litter pick.
One bin bag and one largish shopping bag later - we had to admit we couldn't carry any more. In fact, a mile from home I gave up and sat with the rubbish while husband went to fetch the car.
Why do people do it? In one field we found what had presumably been a party, cans and bottles everywhere. the revellers had even left 2 full bottles behind, but there was rather too much mud to put them in my fridge.
This last "altered" bottle - hmmm, is it something to do with illicit substances?
