A slow walk to the Dart river.
Yet more notices about picking up poo
(I presume this isn’t a Phantom Poo Person on the loose, but the usual dog doo dah bollocks)
Somebody had been out picking up, not Poo – Plastic.
A ceremonial pile of plastic laid out right next to the river Dart.
Plus a couple of glass bottles, some tin cans, a trainer, and other sundry detritus.
Maybe a nice person picking up plastic but without a plastic bag to bin it with.
Or an angry person making a point of drawing attention to how much plastic gets carelessly thrown around perhaps?
It drew my attention. So I took those pictures. To post on the blog.
(Unfortunately I hadn’t got anything on hand to bin this plastic heap of crap either)
Everywhere around on this Easter Bank Holiday Monday was as inert, as dead, as that plastic pile of poo.
But nothing inert about the river Dart today.
Positively bouncing and bubbling along with unstoppable energy, necessary life.