One morning, as I was walking up the stairs through the wood to the castle, I spied a man walking his dog and picking up litter.
He had a nearly full plastic bag, the dog’s leash in one hand and a grabber in the other.
As he came up the bank of the burn with the dog, I said: “Thank you for doing that.”
A little while later, we crossed paths again and had a brief conversation.
He said he knew of about ten other people who do this.
These folk are making Morpeth a better place, tackling a thankless job that would be needless if we were all more careful.
Kudos to all who are willing to pick up the trash they see on the ground.
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