Tidying up the countryside

Oh boy, it's nice to sit down after being battered by the wind. I got the 12.30 bus out to a neighbouring village. The weather wasn't too bad on the way out, some rain, but it had gone by the time I got off the bus. I was looking forward to a pleasant walk with some scenic views. The path was quite high up so the wind whipping across from the river was blowing me sideways. My eyes were weeping and my nose was dripping. It wasn't cold, just blooming windy. 

Yes, I took my litter picking stick and two bags with me. I called in to see my friend June but she wasn't in. Half of the walk was slipping about on mud. It was hard work. The picking stick came in useful as a walking pole to steady me as I went up and down the steps. Don't want to break a leg at my time of life. 

When I left Junes village I decided to stay on tarmac. I can walk faster on the road. No footpath and not much traffic about.

I didn't expect to see a great deal of rubbish, but was shocked to see the amount of bottles and cans littering the verges. It's a quiet country road. I filled my one red sack and left it in a prominent position on a bend under a road sign. The council should see that when they next come along. I carried on, heading back home, and started filling my smaller bag. There was far too many cans and bottles for me to carry and my bag was full. I had to leave some behind. The wind started getting stronger, and the rain came, and I was getting fed up. 

The pleasant walk was turning into a fast march carrying a heavy bag. I was glad to get back. I will have to go back for the rest of the litter. Can't leave a job unfinished. I will wait until the weather improves, hopefully in a day or two. 

Now I am knackered. Should sleep well tonight. 

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona