We decided to go to Cannock Chase for the day, and headed for the Wildlife Trust’s Visitor Centre. Being Sunday it was packed with families, mainly playing in the playground on the swings and such. So having chatted to the woman inside we aimed for Penkridge Bank by car. It was clear that this walk was also favoured by bike riders. The sun warmed the April air a treat, and we set off with our camera’s looking for adders curled up asleep amongst the bracken. So, as we set off our eyes are scanning the undergrowth aside the path, but all I can see is discarded rubbish. We continue the walk weaving through the trees, grasses and heather, I am looking for something of interest to photograph. I like to take pictures of things that I think would take an interesting picture, sometimes arty, sometimes a different view of something historic. The longer we walk the more despondent I felt. The amount of rubbish increased the further we walked.
I am stunned at the way people fail to see what damage they do the area with their bad habits. As we walk the pattern of litter becomes apparent. Probably the biggest offenders to littering are young men off-road cycling. Discarded plastic bottles of power drinks, empty Snickers wrappers (for quick energy intake) are littered along the path that they follow. Summer has not yet covered up the rubbish, so it felt somewhat desolate, this public area of beauty. When the get back after the miles riding this rough terrain, they strap their bikes onto the back of their sports cars, or load them into transit vans and leave without a second thought to what they have left behind. Why should they, their goggled eyes are only facing the track in front and not the rubbish they discard, they are not there for the peace and natural beauty, they are only there to beat their personal best that their toned muscles can endure.
These are my days of enjoying myself, of forgetting my health problems, and of being stress free, experiencing a lovely, quiet life whilst I am able. Having to see how little others care what they do upsets me.
Amongst the litter I saw plastic sheeting, 33 Captain Morgan bottles with the labels removed, Burger King coffee cup, burnt tyre, shattered glass, burnt wire, polystyrene burger box, carrier bags, curry bag, beer bottles, and sweet and crisp bags. What is wrong with people?
Men on bicycles ride non-stop, they have a route and know how many miles it is that they ride, they drink water; power drinks and throw the bottles, when they need some energy there is nothing better than a chocolate bar such as Snickers with peanuts and chocolate.
This is less than half of what I captured on my camera.
We shall not be returning to this part of Cannock Chase but the area that is less frequented by bikers and walkers.
When my daughter was small, all of my pockets and bag were always full of rubbish ready to place in a bin when we saw one, or taken home. She would not dream of dropping litter spoiling the countryside or towns and remains the same today as an adult.
The question remains, who brought these people up to think it is okay to drop litter wherever they feel like it?