Riders on the Storm… and litter in the street

Good time with my son Rob on Sunday when we spent an enjoyable afternoon in the rain at Comrie Croft mountain biking centre, a great spot which manages to project a relaxed vibe while providing excellent service: maybe it’s something to do with the element of employee ownership/community awareness there …

Stormy Sundays ,,,
Stormy Sundays

It was stormy – well, wet and rainy – and we were riding. And we listened to The Doors’ magic track on the way home, one of rock musician Rob’s current favourites, and that big pompous voice of Jim Morrison was as thrilling as ever. So yeah, we were Riders on the Storm, dudes …

It was wet too on Saturday for our second Scotstoun Community Council litter pick. Big thanks to the five others who turned out, and in just an hour and a half we had Larchfield Avenue looking a fair bit better. Best litter finds? An electric heater and three old car batteries.

There’s no point in me ranting on about litter, we all hate it, but I couldn’t help compare the streets in Glasgow to the roads and lanes around Comrie, which seem to be litter free …

I don’t know how it’s done in Perthshire, but I really believe that litter is dropped because people see there is already litter there and so they don’t care. The answer is to clean up, and get local people involved in looking after their own environment. Let’s face it, with Scotland’s local government gap yawning ever-wider, councils are never going to do as much cleaning up as we want.