Week 52

I’ve finally managed to clock up 52 Saturday mornings. A whole year of Saturdays (that has taken me 18 months to reach due to my life becoming more exciting with other stuff to do at weekends since Covid has subsided a bit). Today is all about litter pickers nightmare scenarios and there were a lot today. As there were only 3 volunteers we split up and picked on our lonesome along three different parts of the towpath. It was a lonely morning. I didn’t even have the wheelbarrow as Helen was using it, it is hers so that’s fine. My arms need the work carrying heavy bags. Working alone heightens the doom and gloom when confronted by stuff I usually take in my stride. The strimmer operatives had been along, gazillions of bits of bag and spliced up cans which took an age to pick up. 😫 (Can’t they just move the rubbish out of the way if they don’t want to pick it up?) Cans and bottles hidden under the bridge above my head, remember to look up. 👀 Those annoying plastic hoops that hold a 4 pack of cans, so dangerous for wildlife. And on my way back, I found a bottle on a bench I had just cleaned only around an hour ago!!! Disrespectful or what? Heavy bags and a heavy heart. I didn’t manage my full section, it was hot and no banter so I decided I was needed more at home than here at Alperton. Filled around 12 bags so I ran home to be nurse to the man in my life and enjoy sitting in the garden. #cleanertowpathsforall #litterpickerslife #litterpickersnightmares #runninghome However, joy of joys, I found £50 and I saw a fabulous fungi growing from a piece of branch on the ground right by a beer can. #lookforthepositiveineverything Nature can still flourish amongst the litter which warmed my heart. 💚