A hearty good morning from the inhabitants of our small village. Goats, geese, donkeys and horses have all been greeted. In the case of the horses my canine companion has glared at them from a safe distance.
One of the first things the new mayor did was consolidate the villages three, small, bin sites into one large communal bin site. At the time this appeared to be a sensible solution. The refuse truck would only have to make one stop rather than scoot from one end of the lane to the other with a dog leg to the old widows cottage by the crossroads. The problem is that the new communal bin site is on the road that leads from the regions two small market towns . Fly tippers have discovered the site and despite installing an ever increasing number of bins ( far in excess of the number 67 folks could ever use ) the place is becoming more and more unsightly.
A brave woman and a real American heroine. Is she known in the US ? Amongst the dross Twitter has some wonderful insights :https://twitter.com/RRRDonner/status/1493952833846140935
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Problems with fly tipping is not confined to a small French village of 67 inhabitants, believe me. We have an ongoing issue with people coming 60k round trip from our nearest town, to our bins in our rural valley. Just to save $15. For us, the problem is rubbish left not in bags or even in the bins themselves, but dumped in front of the bins. The cost is just added to our rural rates. From Liz in the sunny Mangamahu Valley, New Zealand.
A shame about the mess around bins. An example of the unintended consequences of what seemed a good idea at the time. I hope the emergency meeting comes up with a good solution. If so, perhaps they could move on to considering Ukraine. I'm wondering what the horse thinks about he issue...
Cheers from snowy Aberdeen, Gail.
Wise girl Sophie, but Inca is of the opinion that the horse looks quite friendly and probably just wants to say hello.
We are well catered for with communal bins - even on our shortest walk, Inca and I pass three sites. Three big bins, each the size of a small family car - one for kitchen refuse, one for cardboard and paper and one for plastic. There is also an area to leave our bagged garden cuttings. Professional gardeners have to pay to take their refuse at a different site where it's turned into compost and sold. The areas around the bins are often used to leave books, children's toys, clothes (usually clean and neatly folded), beds, mattresses, and furniture - often in good condition. Recently there was a complete fairly new kitchen! Amazing how quickly some of those items disappear! Recently I "acquired" a very thick, almost new blanket which I washed ready to take to the local dog rescue.
Hari Om
Illegal tipping is rarely policed, it seems... I guess paying a night guard's wages would be greater than the fines would pay for. Could there be some form of electric alarm set up which only locals have the key for?
Thank you for pointing to the story of Mildred Harnack. A story that definitely needs to be shared. YAM xx
I have never heard of Mildred Harnack. It is a remarkable story, and I appreciate your sharing the link. Charlie agrees with Inca that the horse looks pretty friendly, kind of like an outsized Labrador Retriever.
I bet the Amazon boxes have a delivery address on them, that might lead to who dumped them. Wise to keep your distance from those long legged quadrapeds. Not heard of Mildred,
The only thing worse than fly tippers are people who dump in the wilderness or alongside roads. I came upon a trash bag, ripped open to reveal diapers among other rubbish, on a hike in the garrigue. Somebody made the effort to carry it there. The worst.
Re Mildred Fish-Harnack, I heard of her last year, on the "Stuff You Missed in History Class" podcast (aired Aug. 4. I highly recommend all their episodes.
The horse does look very friendly! I did read about Mildred Harnack and her husband’s brave work several years ago.
Horse (who has a most friendly appearance) and Sophie are pleasant sights; the bin site is a sad picture.
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