Readers will be reassured to know that even though winter is upon us, some things quietly continue undeterred by savage winds, soaking rain, sleet, and all that winter brings.
The people who look after Harding’s Pits, that five-acre lush green open space resplendent with trees, brambles, flowers, insects, animals, seats, and sculptures, continue throughout the winter months their work of maintenance (principally at this time, picking up litter).
Despite the weather, some of those who use Harding’s Pits still feel it necessary to leave cans behind, safe in the knowledge that when they come back, these will have gone to a better place, perhaps to build a Spitfire. Were England still building them, readers could be proud that over the years volunteers have picked up enough cans to make a squadron.
Asking people to take their litter home when they visit the Pits is like asking the birds not to fly, but, please, kindly do not throw it into the undergrowth where we have to ferret around dragging it out. We’d much rather these people took it home, but if you have to leave it, please leave it where it can be seen and collected.
Hurling bottles, cans, chip cartons, burger detritus and more, into the undergrowth doesn’t make it disappear. The earth does not swallow it up. Fairies do not come out at night and clear it all away. Wombles have not relocated to King’s Lynn. The burger goblins have no residency, and neither do beer can elves.
It is all picked up by a small but dedicated handful of human beings (all volunteers with Harding’s Pits Community Association), who struggle to take it away.
Finding people to help us is like finding hens’ teeth, and one day, when we are too old to do it, none of the rubbish will be taken away and people will mutter, “look at the state of this place. Something should be done”.
Committee member HPCA
Gladstone Road, Lynn