After tea we noticed that the wind had now died down completely. The tide was out so we grabbed our bin bags and sallied forth to do our bit for Bag the Bruck.

It was completely still out there
It was completely still out there

Of course, there being no wind meant that the flies were a nuisance, though I was quite delighted to be barged into by a passing bumblebee.

There was actually little rubbish compared to previous years
There was actually little rubbish compared to previous years

There is little rubbish this year by comparison with previous years but we still managed to bag four sacks of bruck,  plus the wheel that I picked up earlier and the heap of crumpled metal that was lying on the field. That’s six bags now, counting the two that I had already done this week. I shall be needing to go and pick up more bags soon, especially as Nell is now trained to retrieve plastic bottles for us.

Working dog
Working dog

Nell did very well, going out in to the filed on command and returning with the bruck. Now all that we have to do is to teach her to drop it neatly in the skip.

We do need to go and remove a fishing net but that is  a task that we cannot manage alone. We’ll need a towing vehicle and some extra hands.

 

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