Bah! Bah! Litterbugs!

Three and a half bags full!

This morning we walked the section of the Bibra Lake foreshore called the Golf Park. As usual we took a couple of plastic bags with us. Picking up rubbish has become a sort of game with us, though Kevin is much more enthusiastic than I am, and always finds at least some. Today's effort ranked as one of our best - or worst, depending on your point of view.

It started at the tree in the shade of which we parked the car. One empty Jim Beam bottle and 5 stubbies. Straight into the bin just across the parking area. Then along the path, collecting as we went. Kevin did better than me, though I did score an empty drink can carefully wedged between the trunk and a branch of one of the bottlebrush trees. Bonus - no bending. By the time we reached the bin opposite the entrance to Adventure World Kevin's bag was full, mine half full.

We tipped the rubbish out of the bags into the bin and headed back through the park. This was once a Par 3 golf course, but is now basically a treed and grassed area. One section of it is a practice area for chipping and putting. Some of the strokes we have witnessed resemble driving more than chipping - but what would we know? For once we didn't see any plastic bags of dog's poo. We draw the line at picking those up, but someone must do it, because sometimes they are gone the next time we walk that way.

We did not find much litter until we were almost back to the parking area, where we each collected a full bag. This was once a local Lovers' Lane. The clientele these days seems rather more diverse. As well as numerous stubbies and empty plastic drink bottles we found a used syringe, a vial of distilled water and a cardboard box which had once contained a piece of equipment for use in male masturbation.