Seasons

What a relief to get out again this afternoon after the terrible weather we have been having in the North West of England over recent days. To be quite honest it wasn’t the best collection I’ve made, all those lovely autumn leaves have been blown off the trees and who knows what rubbish is concealled beneath them. The rain meant that wonderful rustling leaf kicking experience was a complete non starter. I still do it when I can and always feel that giddy excitement of childhood.

So it was out on Northway for just a single bag with the usual collection of plastic bottles, crisp packets and cans. More noticeable was the bashed up football and the plant in the large pot which just may have been thrown over a rather high garden fence judging from its location. That caused a bit of a dilemma, there was no way I could carry pot, plant and soil any distance let alone continue collecting rubbish. Umm, in the end I emptied the pot and managed to get it into the bag leaving the plant and soil to decompose in the hedge bottom. Obviously this represented the easiest way for the owner to dispose of it but the thought process which led to the decision is bizarre, to say the least. Apart from the risk of serious back injury, why not just tip it out in the garden and put the pot in the bin? 

Autumn brings leaves, changeable weather and seasonal festivities. Harvest is in, Halloween is over and last week it was Bonfire Night. The date is marked in events across the country and the tradition  of setting fireworks is supposed to represent the gunpowder Guy Fawkes and his associates set but which he was unable to explode. Again, going back to my childhood, looking for the burned out shells the next day was part of the fun. Some of them would still be warm. The one which found its way into my bag this afternoon was long cold. No idea where this rocket started the journey which brought it on to the grass verge by Northway but I hope it brought  enough pleasure to justify littering the countryside with the remains.