fresh air, exercise and all the plastic drinks bottles I can carry. I have decided to try to diary the events of the summer as they reveal themselves.
It all started on Friday morning when I reported to the depot in Kings Road to be issued with some natty blue trousers, a couple of acres of hi-viz clothing, some polo shirts and some humungous safety boots.
we started in the rain cleaning down some steps that lead from the field where local events are held down to the shore road.
My first day consisted of litter picking, sweeping and bagging all the detritus that a minority of visitors drop.
The first day soon passed, the weather improved and we left the place shiny and fresh.
Saturday morning at 6.30 am we returned and the place needed our attention again. There is definitely a pattern to this.
There are three beach shelters along the front in Swanage. during the day people sit and read the papers in them, sometimes they snooze. In foul weather they huddle in them for shelter.
At night they become emergency refuges for the terminally incontinent. Thus one of the early tasks for the beach cleaner is to wash out under the benches and disinfect the seats. A lady walking her dog this morning was shocked: "Do you mean to say that people allow their dogs to foul on the seats?"
"No madam, these are human faeces."
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