As a species we are vile and I cannot see an end to it. Everyone hoped after lockdown that the planet would have chance to sigh and catch it’s breath, but no we are straight back out there, even from the smallest things like dropping litter. Destroying the only home we have. There is no plan B.
As anglers we get lots of stick (and rightly so) when some of our number drop litter on popular marks. These tend to be piers, promenades and other areas where lazy bastards don’t have to walk too far. I say our number for this is the public perception, if you have a fishing rod you are an angler not just an idiot looking for an excuse to get out of the house.
In our parks and open spaces it is exactly the same. The more effort or physical excursion required to get to a place the less litter there will be because the lazy bastards just don’t go there. Whilst pedalling this morning I went through a woodland, a nature reserve which is gateway to the Brecon Beacons, one of Wales National Parks. I did not have to get off my bike to enter as the metal railings of the fence have been pulled down and thrown in the river. The whole of the first hundred square yards was covered in small campfires surrounded by sweet and crisp packets, tins, bottles and take-away wrappers.
It was at this point I remembered Greta Thumberg’s rant about my generation destroying the planet. Well listen girlie, our milk came in glass bottles which were recycled, this was delivered by an electric vehicle. When we went to the shop for our mum we had to hide the bags under out coats when it rained because the paper bags would go soggy and everything would fall out. Takeaways and fast food were non-existant. Ready meals were what your mum wrapped in tin foil and left in the oven if you were late home (if you dared to be late home that is) Vegetables were not wrapped in plastic and you bought how much you needed (in paper bags) Pop came in glass bottles which kids loved to return for the 5 pence deposit. I could go on, the list is endless but the moral of the story is –
While Generation X may have created a monster, today’s snowflake generation embraced it and took it outside to play.
Not a personal attack on the poster girl for climate change, just an observation. I can’t help admiring anyone suffering from Selective Mutism, in her own words “she only speaks when necessary” I have been doing that for years and get called an anti-social stony-faced bastard for it. Who would have thought I have been suffering from another medical condition without even knowing it?
I wish this Selective Mutism affected more of the population. To quote the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz “Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking”
I feel the litter is a result of a lack of consequence and downright laziness. Surely if you can carry the weight of something full it will be easier to take it back empty? From the information available the average fine for littering is around £75. I know someone I worked for got an on the spot fine of £70 for flicking a cigarette but into the River Cleddau. And rightly so.
What are the chances of getting caught? Dropping rubbish at night in woodlands, probably close on to zero. If you are caught you can plead poverty and adverse childhood experiences and get away with paying the fine over the next twenty five years. If this was ramped up to three or four hundred pounds and lets say 180 hours of community service, litter picking maybe the lazy bastards would think twice before throwing their Kentucky Fried rubbish box away (other takeaways are available and disposed of equally irresponsibly). I quite like a new idea being banded about that your registration or address gets printed all over any takeaway wrappers. Get rid of single use plastics and replace them with refundable deposits on glasses and containers. Then if you decide to throw it away irresponsibly someone else can pick it up and claim the refund? hordes of kids would roam the streets picking up rubbish!
Forrester’s are next on my list. I get the cycle of life, trees are planted, they grow and they are harvested for timber. It is the way of things. A shame that the next generation will not experience the views in the same way as me for at least thirty years but it is life. How are you going to plant the next crop of trees? you don’t clear up, you don’t pull the stumps? how will you harvest the next crop without those four wheel drive mounted grab and saws? You cant drive over what you have left there. Just another corporation raping the planet ?
Believe it or not I don’t have any more moaning in me today.