December. Sometimes it seems such a long time ago that I took the first steps of my Charity Walk on that sunny morning in August cheered on by some of my neighbours and the Queen’s Hospital charity volunteers. Other days it seems like only yesterday. I feel like I am now in the “home straight” of my journey which will end on the 24th (I may go on until the end of the year if only to walk off the excess food and drink which I will, almost certainly, ingest over Christmas).
I live on the west side of Eastbury Square and under normal circumstances I would only see the northern side when I walk to the bus stop or the tube station. I rarely have need to visit the east and south sides. Walking three circuits of the square every day has opened my eyes as to what goes on around the whole of the square that I hadn’t been aware of previously to any degree.
There is rarely a day goes by that another mattress or other piece of household furniture or general debris is not propped up against the railings of the Manor House grounds. It could be cardboard boxes, car parts and car licence plates along with clothes, either in bags or not, along with a myriad of other items that people are simply too lazy to get rid of using the proper channels. Plastic carrier bags are often hung on the railings containing empty drink cans and take-away receptacles along with some of their contents and other random rubbish. A few days later these contents end up strewn across the pavement and roadway creating an ugly mess. Why is this described as ‘fly tipping’? Why not call it by a name that more aptly describes this behaviour such ‘as anti-social rubbish disposal’?
Oh, and let us not forget the dog poo that is deposited every day often by the same animal whose walker or walkers cannot be bothered to pick up these droppings to avoid unsuspecting pedestrians from treading on it.
Pity our street hygienist Errol who has to constantly clear up the mess, he must despair.
What sort of people are these who are prepared to defile the locality they live in, or are passing through, and spoil it for the rest of the residents? Are these the same people endowed with those other social graces of putting their feet on the seats of buses and trains that they are travelling on?
From what I hear and read this is a nation wide problem and not just confined to urban areas. What can be done about it?
I will continue this topic in my next blog post soon after I have clambered over this discarded push chair. In the meantime answers on a post card please.
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