Saturday 24 September 2011

Please take your pants home with you!

I said I wasn't going to be doing any more blogging until Monday, but something I saw at a sacred site prompted me to find somewhere with an internet link and write.

Yesterday I visited a beautiful wood, much loved by pagans, and was horrified to see it spoiled with discarded rubbish.

There were bottles, cans, carrier bags, old newspapers - even the remains of a fire in a place where there are plenty of signs saying "No Fires".

But the item that really made me go "ugh!" was a torn and tattered pair of pants. Underpants that is, to clarify this to non-English people who normally call such things "shorts" or "boxers".

Whether this undergarment had been removed for some skyclad rite under the moon and then lost in the dark, or whether the pants had been discarded in a moment of passion, I don't know.

I guess if the pants were shredded before they were taken off, then I rather hope a moment of passion was the reason. I wouldn't like to think there was some wild creature in the area that could tear someone's pants from their living body - or their dead body, come to think of it.

So, please pagans, unless you are being pursued by the Hound of the Baskervilles, do pick up all your rubbish and take it home with you when you leave the countryside - including your pants.


Unknown said...

That's awful . I live beside the River Spey , and it hurts to look because of all the rubbish either washed up or just left (especially by fishermen) And those Tesco bags are EVERYWHERE! My son planted brambles over the stile leading down to the river , just to get his revenge.


Enjoy the rest of your weekend , Bad.


Denise Turner said...

Sadly, this is part of a massive larger problem and shows how little most people care for the environment.I live in rural Kent and it astonishes me to see people who should know better, ie country dwellers, toss rubbish out of their car windows into the woods. I'd love to shoot every last one of them.

James C. Wallace II said...

Here in the states, we have our own saying. "Pack your trash!"
If only we could wave our wands and make it disappear!!!

Rev Wes Isley said...

I usually carry a bag with me so that I can pick up any litter I come across. There's one spot in the woods near my home, by a lake, where folks enjoy lighting a fire and drinking beer. It's all fine and well, except why can't they carry all the bottles and other trash with them? They brought it in, and after using, it's surely much lighter! And the clothes--I just don't understand it. I, too, have found pants and sandals, and a towel. I'm hoping the fairies get them next time!

MewlKitten said...

Something tells me that the people who left that stuff behind we not pagans... Usually pagans have more respect for nature then that.

Badwitch said...

I'll definitely take a plastic bag - and some rubber gloves - with me to pick up other people's rubbish next time I go for a country walk.