Litter Picking - so it's not my most glamorous role, but it is still important. Somebody has to pick it up. In some ways I quite enjoy it, a bit of quiet time wandering around the property and car parks with my plastic bag and a pair of litter pickers before the Great British Public turn up.
You really would be surprised what turns up. You get all the usual stuff - sweet wrappers, tissues, cigarette ends etc but there is also the weird and the downright disgusting. Before now I've found; a whole box of unused tissues, a petrol filler cap and socks (two single ones on separate occasions). I've yet to find a forgotten Granny or a briefcase of £50 notes.
Most of our visitors are great, and deal with the rubbish properly but there are two pet hates;
Baby Wipes - they are not the same as tissues - think about what they've been designed to wipe and from where - they do not simply disintegrate when you drop them out of your car window.
The second? Well - many properties and locations are beautifully romantic and sometimes people are moved to the point of an amorous 'liaison' in their car -but please, if the mood does take you - please please please take the evidence home with you - don't leave it for the poor litter picker to pick up the next day...
To all those sensible, tidy and thoughtful people - Thank you!