'Fly tipping'.. for those of you lucky enough to not know what this expression means.. is a real nightmare for councils and landowners who have rubbish dumped on their land.
It, the rubbish, can be anything from household waste ie mattresses and broken furniture, to old tyres and machinery that no longer works.
On Saturday when she went to the allotments, it was devoid of people until Stuart arrived, he lives near by and cycles over. The other 'locals' aka neighbouring plot holders all live further away and drive in.
She was talking to Corinne today, who shares the plot with Stuart, they are her opposite neighbours and she remarked upon how there was no one at the plots.
"I know" said Corinne "it's because of what happened very early on Saturday morning, a dumper truck broke the chains on the main gate, smashed open the gates, backed in and dumped a huge load of garden waste just inside the gates and took off.
"You cannot get a car in, let alone down the track, it's a monstrous mess, huge chunks of branches and tree trunks, a broken greenhouse frame, old decking boards".
"Someone has paid a company a serious amount of money to clear their garden but the crew, instead of taking it to the local recycling dump and paying to dispose of it properly, have fly tipped it all at our entrance and pocketed the money".
So that explains why no one was there, now we'll have to organize and pay our local council crew to come and take it away, she thought after they had said their goodbyes and arranged to meet later on this week.
And in the Guardian today there's an article about illegal fly tipping and the companies who take your money and dump stuff where they shouldn't.
It's a BIG mess.
We are waiting for courier to come and collect our sick vacuum, it's in a huge box sitting just inside the front door, taped up with thick tape from Poundland.
Who, bless this company, solved the mystery of one of her favourite roses. But that story, and more, will be revealed in our next post, so don't go too far away 'cos as she 'trapped' here waiting for the courier, she may well write another post before the day is out.
It's a wet day, as in 'chucking it down' wet. She's glad that she has to stay in because she doesn't want to be trundling about out there in the rain.
And I'm glad too because I'm full of egg and quite content to sit on her warm head and grind Beaky.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 15th, 2018.
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