Dollars and no sense
Every month, once a month, a woman I know spends an hour on a Sunday picking up rubbish from a beach outside of Melbourne. Civic duty and all that…
The most recent clean-up took place during a wild and woolly wintry morning and there were just a few intrepid volunteers out there with their collecting bags. Even so, they picked up 32 kilograms of rubbish including 84 recyclable bottles and cans. A good proportion of those bottles and cans were old water bottles. It’s always that way.
One hour, one beach, one day
