Countryside is not a dustbin
Madam -- I've brought my Japanese wife the length and breadth of Ireland over the past three years. At the weekend I brought her up into Hags Glen, and as she stood by Lough Callee, at the foot of the Macgillycuddy's Reeks, she marvelled at the setting. That was right up to the point she saw the big pile of empty beer cans and water bottles, discarded socks, and an assortment of other waste.
"Who does this?" she asked. I didn't have to answer. She saw the woman in the park discarding her waste on to the ground. She saw the guys drinking cans by the Grand Canal throwing their empties into the water. She saw the man in his Mercedes dropping his cigarette box out the window.
Is this the ultimate symbol of the nanny state? Can't we take responsibility for ourselves and the waste we create? It boggles my mind how some of these people manage to use the toilet by themselves.