When I drove up our road last night, I was pleased to get home after being in Wellington half the week. The countryside in the summer, especially in the evening light, is a special place to be.
I can't help thinking, though, that as much as many of us treasure what we have here in New Zealand in terms of the clean and the green, there is a chunk of the population that just doesn't get this.
One hundred metres up the main road is a bed base for an inner-spring mattress of queen-sized proportions. Dumped on the side of the road for "some other sucker" to pick up and dispose of. The sucker will probably be me. A walk with the dog up the road usually gleans half a dozen glass bottles, bits of plastic or dirty nappies, and even rubbish bags full of household garbage.
A walk up our pristine beaches nets bits of plastic flotsam and jetsam but also bottles thrown into a fire built on the beach and left to break in the sand where the next excited little kid will run bare-footed. I suppose they go to a lonely beach to enjoy the peaceful tranquillity of our great outdoors. Then leave it looking like a rubbish heap.
I make it a practise to bring all this stuff home and discard it with our household rubbish, and I think more and more Kiwis are doing the same. But how do these idiots who leave this stuff lying about miss the point so blatantly? Social norms are called that because societies come to a common observation and understanding about what is acceptable in terms of responsibility and safety.