What light for litter picking?

Dark at 6am nowadays – I felt like a sniper this morning wandering around with my tactical modded litter picker and wearing a poncho for the hammering rain!
Half a soggy wet bag collected, 3deer sniffed out by Bert not shot by me .

Mid week morning meandering

1bag collected.

i really dont know about this thread.

Full respect and admiration to what you do.
And i agree with the “broken window” syndrome, if theres litter everywhere i can see it being a sink for more litter.

But i cant fathom who is just, letting go, of litter they’ve finished with.
I dont imagine they get as far as thinkining “some mug will pick it up later”.
Im almost thinking im not pickig it up because its reinforcing that thought process (that they dont go through)

Hanging’s too good for them.

Conkers and acorns are in full flood now. Few pocketfulls for planting.

Penultimate 90l rucsac of other peoples’ sh!te carried out of the Great Litter Mine, getting me out on a grim morning. One more to go…

Wheelie good litter picking session this morning…..

1bag with broken VW wheeltrim collected

Don’t know if its because I can’t see litter with it being dark or people aren’t out to drop litter but I’m only picking up half a bag or so now.

or people aren’t out to drop litter but I’m only picking up half a bag or so now.

Colder n damper = fewer folk out.

Plus, you may be fixing the broken window faster than it breaks again….

Sorry snail…..

Local gravel path leading to a bench I spotted the other day that needed picking. There’s always snails on this path – i usually give them a turbo boost, pick them up and put them further in their direction of travel off the path so they don’t get trodden on when the world wakes up.

This morning – two got the turbo boost but an unseen third got that sickening underfoot crunch sound that you know must have been a snail…..

Bench area (not the bench in the photo) cleared of someone’s Kestrel Super and Redbull picnic.
1bag collected

Unfortunately, I found another Covid party site in that patch of woodland: abandoned tent and (presumably) associated rubbish. So that’s another two or three rucsac loads that I’ll be hoiking out over the coming months. The gift that keeps on giving.