Last month I talked about one of my pet hates, the ‘disposable’ barbecue. This month I am going to take a pop at another. That, my coast loving friends, is (sharp intake of breath) dogs. And their poo.
In 15 years of cleaning beaches I must have picked up hundreds of bags of dog poo that had been left under stones or in trees, slung casually into the bushes on the coast path, abandoned at the side of a short cut to the beach or piled up with others in a spontaneous non-bin dog bin.
These bags, sweating in the July sunshine, weren’t biodegrading like the manufacturers promised they would. They were toxic, disgusting, hateful and dangerous – sitting there, waiting for a do-gooder-angry at the owner’s apathy and lack…
