If you’ve largely stayed at home for the past few years, as I have, when you emerge you’re startlingly aware of what has changed. It’s the opposite of boiling frog syndrome; it’s sudden shock. In the last weeks I’ve driven across country, from London to Kent, the Chilterns, Norwich, Bath. To beautiful places, just as the first blossom is emerging, on occasionally beautiful days.
Oh, but the state of the motorways and main roads. In so many places the once green verges, one of the principal refuges for Britain’s wildlife and wildflowers, were choking under a hideous blanket of cans, glass, fast-food boxes, bin bags and coffee cups. Greying plastic bags and yards of plastic wrapping flapped ominously from the trees.
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This is one thing we can help with. Once a month or so I volunteer near my home to clean up roadways and stream banks. It makes a big difference.
