This weekend I debuted as a volunteer litter-picker. Seeking and disposing of litter is one of my duties as an Environment Champion for the Royal Borough of Greenwich.
I headed straight for Woolwich Common because I love it, and also because its owners, the Ministry of Defence, appear to be too busy with soldiering and whatnot to find the time to do the job themselves. And as it’s not council land, the Royal Borough won’t do the work either.
I attacked the low-hanging fruit first, the detritus near the paths. Being me, I coudn’t help inventing back stories for the rubbish. I pulled the remains of a kid’s kite out of a blackberry bush. I hope he or she got to enjoy it for a good while before some impish zephyr suddenly made off with it. I hoiked discarded beer cans out of the scrub. How pissed were you blokes? Did you stumble across the common…
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