As you can see we had visitors, and Sal, as the one in charge and the representative of the proper authorities, is inspecting the evidence. Yesterday, some responsible citizen mowed their lawn. Then they trimmed their hedge and put it through the shredder. Finally they loaded it all into their car and at some point after 5 pm, drove around looking for a place to tip it. Finally they alighted on our gateway.
I confess I struggle to understand mental processes of a person who takes a great deal of care to get their own place looking nice and then dumps their mess on somebody else? I mean, why don’t they just throw it over the hedge into next door and hack them off?
Just in case the rules have changed I went to the official page to see what you were allowed to do. There I read the following.
“You should only leave the house for very limited purposes:
shopping for basic necessities, for example food and medicine, which must be as infrequent as possible.
one form of exercise a day, for example a run, walk, or cycle – alone or with members of your household.
any medical need, including to donate blood, avoid or escape risk of injury or harm, or to provide care or to help a vulnerable person.
travelling for work purposes, but only where you cannot work from home.”
Perhaps ‘tipping your crap out of the car and into the hedge’ comes under the ‘one form of exercise a day?’ I suppose we should think ourselves lucky it didn’t include nappies and baby wipes.
Last Christmas some muppet drove out of town and dumped a car full of bottles, wrapping paper etc in a gateway of ours. (Is there a pattern here? Are they choosing religious festivals?) Several people saw the heap and posted photos of it all over facebook. Just to shame them into tidying up.
It obviously did have an effect, in a moment of revelation they realised that wrapping paper and envelopes would have their address on. So they came back, sorted through it, and took away everything with an address, leaving the rest.
Well almost everything with an address. Several people locally had already gone through the rubbish and had also extracted envelopes with addresses etc.
Now when I discovered the address I was tempted to drop round with a loader bucket of slurry and tip in on their drive for them. But I resisted the temptation. Instead several people reported it to our local authority, where the chap in charge was utterly hacked off by the way people were tipping rubbish. When he got the name and address he prosecuted and they were fined £600.
Which was rather more than I would have charged them for a loader bucket full of slurry.
There again, what do I know?
As a reviewer commented, “This book charts a year in the life of a Cumbrian sheep farmer. It’s sprinkled with anecdotes and memories of other years. Some parts (especially when featuring Sal, the Border Collie) were so funny as to cause me to have to read them out loud to my husband. It’s very interesting to read these things from the pen of the man who is actually out there doing it – usually in the rain! A very good read.”