Ranger regular Dave Larkin writes on a subject very close to The Ranger’s gnarled old heart:
Saw this seagull with attached plastic bag yesterday, couldn’t quite work out how it was attached!, but it was acting like a parachute making the bird put in much more effort than its pals. It reminded me or your tirade against balloons, I think plastic bags are much more of a problem as they are much more common, particularly in fences upwind of places people congregate.
Come to think of it, he’s absolutely right. Balloons are bad enough, and have the added disadvantage of being utterly frivolous in purpose. But they are not anything like as common as the ubiquitous plastic bag. Which roadside hedge does not fly the tattered standard of the nearest supermarket throughout the winter? Which wire fence is unable to boast a bag or two adorning its strands somewhere? Which beach is unsullied by the bags floating in? And of course, plastic bags are so very important to our society. Yes, full of cultural resonance, the mighty plastic bag is the totem around which our very civilisation clusters. Hang on – that bit’s not right, is it? Plastic bags are a symbol of idleness and excessive, unnecessary consumption. They are meaningless, ephemeral and inadequate items. We don’t actually need them at all – and it’s easy enough to find perfectly serviceable alternatives that don’t mess up the place:
So if you don’t want to see sights like the one The Ranger photographed today whilst working on the Medina Estuary (below) when in the countryside – or indeed the town – get yourself some proper bags, and spurn those the supermarkets offer you. It’s easy, and satisfying. And you don’t end up with a bottom drawer full of mangy old bags, either.