I wonder how many readers have heard of the campaign by Country Life magazine called ‘Clean for the Queen’.
Country Life is endeavouring to inspire people to get this beautiful country cleared of litter in time for her majesty’s 90th birthday this year.
On Monday, December 28, I walked along our hedge frontage in Deeping St Nicholas (approximately 350 metres) and collected a black bin bag full of litter.
At the same time, my husband walked inside the paddock and collected another full bag from between the hedge and fence.
Hopefully, this will not only look better but will also prevent our inquisitive sheep from chewing on plastic bags.
Ingestion of plastic tends not to improve the health of livestock, as we know to our cost.
On the morning of December 30, I went for a walk around the village and collected yet more litter which had blown – courtesy of Storm Frank – across the road into the hedge bottom.
Much of this had come from the heaps of mixed bags which householders had put out.
Quite why this had been done escapes me since our collections are Monday for black bags and Tuesday for green bags.
Some bags containing food had been pulled open by animals, enabling the contents to blow over.
One intelligent householder had even put out some loose polystyrene on this very windy day.
Later in the day, I picked up some Christmas wrapping paper from our garden.
I understand that South Holland District Council employs a retired policeman at great cost for a three-day week as some sort of litter enforcement officer.
May I suggest that this gentleman visits all the local schools regularly to inspire (and shame) our youngsters into cleaning up our towns, villages and countryside.
Perhaps the children can start to shame their parents into changing their ways in order to clean up south Lincolnshire.
May I suggest that the Free Press and Guardian could also start a campaign and keep returning to it every few weeks, with photographs of so-called grot spots in the countryside, as well as Spalding?
Without some sort of concerted action, we shall all soon be knee-deep in litter.
Deeping St Nicholas