Sir, – Yet again, after a day’s beautiful sunshine, I am returning from an early morning swim in the Forty Foot with my blood boiling.
We have to be one of the filthiest nations in the world.
The beautiful cove in Sandycove, Co Dublin, was like a war zone, filled with sanitary waste of all types, beer cans and endless bottles, crisp bags and odd socks. Worst of all, beside each of the bins was a pile of dirty nappies, abandoned there by people who presumably felt they did the right thing by leaving them beside a bin.
There are two wonderful men from the local county council who are down there every morning and do an incredible job, but such was the state of the place that some of the regulars started to clean up before they arrived as nobody should have been expected to have to tackle such a mammoth and soul-destroying task on their own.
What ever happened to the concept of bringing home your rubbish from the beach? I am sick of people saying there aren’t enough bins. There will never be enough bins for all the filth on a hot day at the beach.
What also disgusts me is the teenagers who come down to drink at the Forty Foot and throw glass bottles on the rocks. Do they have any idea of the type of cut someone could get from broken glass?
Finally, to the woman who allowed her dog to poo right at the entrance to the Forty Foot and then continued her walk . . . shame on you.
Let’s try to have some pride in this beautiful country of ours and let’s try to stop behaving like animals. – Yours, etc,
MARY QUINN,
Johnstown Road,
Dún Laoghaire,
Co Dublin.