There’s no recycling collection from our little seaside getaway. Allegedly, the council won’t sent a lorry up the hill to collect it. Ridiculous, because many visitors to the site come from Europe and are well used to sorting their rubbish for recycling and the trip would be worthwhile. Even we feel guilty when we put our recycling in the in a black bag for disposal.
So Granny found an empty bin. She went on line to find the nearest recycling points and what they would take. We happily put our recycling in the bin and carried it out to the car when it was time to go to a supermarket.
Remembering the very visible recycling points at home, we drove round the car park, looking for the recycling point. We couldn’t find it. We asked in store. Even the staff weren’t sure where it was! “It’s by the exit,” we were told. We still couldn’t see it. We asked at the garage (by the exit). “It’s by the entrance, near MacDonalds,” they said. Eventually, we found it, looking unloved and barely used. No wonder.
There were big bins for the different types of glass, we only had a jam jar. There were bins for drinks cans and food cans, we only had an empty baked bean can. There was a bin for different types of batteries, we had two AAA batteries, hardly a great contribution. We had some paper which we put in another bin. We had lots of card and plastic bottles, no bin.
So we put it back in the car. We tried another, bigger supermarket on the way home. We found the recycling bins easily. They looked even more unloved and there were fewer of them and we’ve still got our plastic bottles and card. Anyone want it?