The Sound of Clopping

I thought I was hearing things this morning but sure enough, two horses were clopping up the road. A beautiful chestnut shire was pulling one cart and a white shire pulled another.
It took me back many, many, years to my childhood and the days of the Rag and Bone Man.
We would give him a bag of old clothes and in return get a goldfish in a plastic bag.
The ones we had lived for years, unlike any we won at the fair which ony lasted a year at the most.

When we first came here, I heard a bugle blasting out the Tally Ho hunting anthem, which announced that the Mobile Scrap Merchant was doing his rounds. I could see that people had put their old washers, fridges, microwaves etc out and he came along in his van to collect them. Council waste disposal trucks don’t accept these, and for some people, it is practically impossible to take such items down to the local tip. There used to be a lot of money in scrap, be it cars or white goods, and recently we saw a breakers yard with the sign ‘Metal Recycling Centre’.

The Birmingham Bin Strike doesn’t affect us here, so on my walk this morning the Recycling Blue Soldiers were standing to attention on the roadside. Food waste is collected weekly in much smaller bins, and some creature had obviously smelt some delight as the bin had been overturned, opened (despite a locking device to hold the lid in place) and the inner bin liner torn to shreds. Thankfully Maggie took no notice.

From what I can recall of our houseliving three years ago, we didn’t have food waste collections then and had a compost heap for our green waste as we didn’t think an extra charge to our council tax was warranted for the amount we had to dispose of.
Recycle bins were emptied fortnightly and household waste the weeks in between. Most of our waste was from supermarket packaging anyway, and we had an incinerator bin in the back yard which we used to burn our confi-waste.

I don’t know if we shall see horses going past our front window, but as the beach is not far away, maybe they’ll be donkeys. Maggie hasn’t met a donkey. Should be interesting!


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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1 Response to The Sound of Clopping

  1. Where I used to live, we had scrappers who would come by regularly and go through the garbage looking for anything salvageable. It’s less prominent where we live now, which is too bad. It was nice knowing you could leave something outside and someone would come by to use it or recycle it.

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