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Recycle the glass and the metal. Stick the organic things in the compost. Bash the ceramic stuff up with a brick and pop it in the bottom of your pots of geraniums. Add 1p to the change and buy yourself a fudge bar.

I collected some crisp packets from a place I went to at the weekend. They were just dropped by litter droppers. That doesn't seem so bad - I just don't understand how people who profess to worship nature (or some paganish variation) can leave all that tat at the swallowhead springs. (rant rant etc).

A trip to the recycling depot and a small bonfire would do it for me...

I collected some crisp packets from a place I went to at the weekend. They were just dropped by litter droppers. That doesn't seem so bad - I just don't understand how people who profess to worship nature (or some paganish variation) can leave all that tat at the swallowhead springs.
I have a temple I do not
Visit, a heart I have forgot,
A self that I have never met,
A secret shrine -- and yet, and yet.

From the poem Expectans Expectavi by Charles Hamilton Sorley (1895-1915).

Just noticed his other poem on Barbary Castle that you mention at http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/post/40747 Do you mind if I stick it on the Megalithic Poems thread at some time?