Well, we did our handout this morning.
The theme was to think environmental, and do it all on foot, walk there and give the bags to walkers. The weather was quite nice for a change so we decided to do the Beacon, always walkers there we thought.
Wrong. We got to the top and only managed to give away one bag en route, and that to someone admiring the view from a car.
There was the “Old Man of the Beacon”. We could see him dodging about at the summit as we toiled up, but he had vanished, of course, when we got there. After a ceremonial pic we headed, still bagful, down to the village only to spot the Old Man of the Beacon again.
Beattie set off in hot persuit while I admired the view to the north. Was that distant glow from some initiative by the Leicester group, or merely the northern lights?
Needless to say, The Old man of the Beacon effortlessly lost Beattie and we entered the village by hidden ways, bag laden and in increasing desperation.
Here Beattie was proved right, there were still people in need of a bag. Some even had old Morsbags with them, in the wild!
Eventually, bagfree, we had a tea (traditional, with cream cake) with the local sea conservation group fund raisers. We found one of them had been nobbled in “The Great village bag hand for Christmas” a year or two back.
We did our bit.
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