On Sunday April 17th, a beautiful spring day, we met at Correl Glen near Derrygonnelly to take part in Northern Ireland’s Big Spring Clean. The event was organised by Laurence Speight, in his free moments between standing for the local council elections as our Green Party candidate and Nicola from Tidy Northern Ireland came along to provide us with equipment and moral support.
The usual problem arising from doing anything outside Enniskillen, when most of us, for one reason or another, don’t have cars, was generously solved by Fiona and our inimitable crooner Frankie Dean (no prizes, even sustainable ones, for guessing whose vehicle this is).
Like all great occasions, it began with food, a picnic featuring Aidan’s home-made muffins and a positively totalitarian choice of sandwiches – lettuce and cheese, or, er, lettuce and cheese. I’d carefully washed out a stack of cups and left them drying on the draining board, so we were all extremely grateful to see Laurence arrive with a bagful of spare mugs. Eventually, despite the preponderance of teenage boys in the party, we’d eaten enough and, depositing our rubbish in the first of Nicola’s sturdy bags, proceeded to work.
Litter Northern Ireland pack some serious kit – Nicola hadn’t only brought along colour-co-ordinated bin liners for recyclable and non-recyclable rubbish but also logoed reflective vests (or waistcoats, as we on this side of the Atlantic really ought to call them), heavy duty litter pickers (as modelled here by Eoin) and gloves so sturdy that I could hardly bend my fingers in them.
The actual litter-collecting, though there was less rubbish per square foot than at our previous clean-up in Hillview, proved to be quite exciting, with steep cliffs, thick undergrowth, hidden pits and, as the afternoon grew hotter, incipient sunstroke. Michael, egged on by his young son, made a death-defying leap across the swift-flowing river to retrieve a plastic biscuit box while Glenn’s shirt was irreparably leapt upon by some species of spiky vegetation. After an hour or so all of us, except for Laurence and his daughter, had wended our weary way back to the car park where we recovered with cold water, anti-bacterial wipes and desultory chat.
Finally, however, just when we were concluding that they had not so much gone green as gone native, the Speights returned, laden with the last few bags to add to our haul. Enniskillen District Council, who had also provided reflective clothing and litter-pickers, had agreed to collect the rubbish on Monday morning, so all we had to do was leave it well secured against passing marauders, and return home, tired, enbrowned by both sun and muck, but happy to have done our small bit towards keeping Northern Ireland green and clean.