in my local community there is a group of people who get together and organise a clean up every other week ,the village is on the tourist map and every time the sun shines or there is bank holiday people flock here the amount of rubbish discarded in hedge rows and on the beach is staggering we can collect up to 20 refuse bags, last year we won the cleanest small village award , less that 3000 Th's people live here. the County Council don't have the money or it seem's the inclination to clean up, so it's left to volunteers .
Hi Brumbull. great to hear from you. You are one of the good guys!
Everyone else - MOBs forever! Frank, you post made me laugh. I meant - of course - enjoy each other's friendship, wisdom and even eccentricities. The rest had not occurred to me!
Let's all just moan about politicians, idiot litter bugs, snow, and all the problems, animal,vegetable and mineral that we will encounter in the garden in the coming months.
Yesterday my wife had a few tears in her eyes seeing the North Atlantic veterans finally getting their medals for the Arctic Convoys - her Dad served in a cruiser, HMS Bellona up there, off Malta, and D-Day. Those people, and everyone else who served, truly had something to moan about, but they carried on.
My Mum and Dad were buried for two days under their bombed house in Devonport, Plymouth and lost their six-month old daughter. Their collective experiences have guided my outlook on life, and whilst I enjoy many a good moan, I try and keep things in perspective. I'm sure Frank with his colourful life, and many more of you with many and varied stories no doubt feel similarly.
No more maudlin, let me go away and think of another really good rant - shouldn't be difficult!
Fortunately for me, my OH just loves going to the tip with the rubbish. He seems to regard it as an adventure and comes back and tells me all about what the other people were dumping, how long he had to queue and what the men working there said. It is his bit of excitement, poor old thing!
Charging to colllect rubbish is counterproductive, it seems to me, because it will increase illegal tipping and the council will then have to spend money clearing up what they should have taken away free of extra charge in the first place.
Luckily all my garden refuse goes on the garden or allotment compost heaps, so I don't need to use the Council garbage bin - perhaps I should grow spuds in it!
Not ranting for once, as that compost went to very good use - had my first bowl this year of rhubarb and custard - sweet and tender!
Lovely, dmball! We don't use the council recycling bins, either, because everything goes to the tip in bags and into the recycling there - except the compostable things. I don't attempt to compost larger stuff like thicker shrub prunings, though - they take too long to break down. They are handy for gardening tasks like collecting up composting materials.
Talking of rhubarb - I have a rant.... about ants! Last year they built a nest in my huge rhubarb plant and completely destroyed it. Now I have to start again with a new little rhubarb and it's rarely sold in France, so no rhubarb crumble this year.The ants here make enourmous nests about 1 foot tall.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Golly, Lizzie. One more reason to be grateful for good old Blighty,( as Prince Charles called Britain in that recent Countryfile programme from Highgrove.)
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in my local community there is a group of people who get together and organise a clean up every other week ,the village is on the tourist map and every time the sun shines or there is bank holiday people flock here the amount of rubbish discarded in hedge rows and on the beach is staggering we can collect up to 20 refuse bags, last year we won the cleanest small village award , less that 3000 Th's people live here. the County Council don't have the money or it seem's the inclination to clean up, so it's left to volunteers .
Derek
Hi Brumbull. great to hear from you. You are one of the good guys!
Everyone else - MOBs forever! Frank, you post made me laugh. I meant - of course - enjoy each other's friendship, wisdom and even eccentricities. The rest had not occurred to me!
Well, thank you, Brumbull. I wish I were half as good a gardener as you.
Yesterday my wife had a few tears in her eyes seeing the North Atlantic veterans finally getting their medals for the Arctic Convoys - her Dad served in a cruiser, HMS Bellona up there, off Malta, and D-Day. Those people, and everyone else who served, truly had something to moan about, but they carried on.
My Mum and Dad were buried for two days under their bombed house in Devonport, Plymouth and lost their six-month old daughter. Their collective experiences have guided my outlook on life, and whilst I enjoy many a good moan, I try and keep things in perspective. I'm sure Frank with his colourful life, and many more of you with many and varied stories no doubt feel similarly.
No more maudlin, let me go away and think of another really good rant - shouldn't be difficult!
You are right, dmball. That sort of thing puts all our moans and groans in perspective.
However, a really good rant, as you nicely put it, is cathartic and can be a lot of fun.
Fortunately for me, my OH just loves going to the tip with the rubbish. He seems to regard it as an adventure and comes back and tells me all about what the other people were dumping, how long he had to queue and what the men working there said. It is his bit of excitement, poor old thing!
Charging to colllect rubbish is counterproductive, it seems to me, because it will increase illegal tipping and the council will then have to spend money clearing up what they should have taken away free of extra charge in the first place.
Not ranting for once, as that compost went to very good use - had my first bowl this year of rhubarb and custard - sweet and tender!
Lovely, dmball!
We don't use the council recycling bins, either, because everything goes to the tip in bags and into the recycling there - except the compostable things. I don't attempt to compost larger stuff like thicker shrub prunings, though - they take too long to break down. They are handy for gardening tasks like collecting up composting materials.
Talking of rhubarb - I have a rant.... about ants! Last year they built a nest in my huge rhubarb plant and completely destroyed it. Now I have to start again with a new little rhubarb and it's rarely sold in France, so no rhubarb crumble this year.The ants here make enourmous nests about 1 foot tall.
Golly, Lizzie. One more reason to be grateful for good old Blighty,( as Prince Charles called Britain in that recent Countryfile programme from Highgrove.)