Sunday, April 26

Another sunny day, another morning walk. My winter jacket has gone back into the shed and I have dressed for early summer. I might still have too much on.

I walk down Riskutie and decide to turn left and walk over the steep hill and down by the tennis courts. At the top of the hill scattered but protected remains of wartime defence fortifications remain. Teenagers and secret drinkers use them from time to time as gathering places.

I sit and look at one such place, which has had cushions installed, along with cigarette butts and empty lager cans. I suspect I have stumbleding upon something that looks after itself; an informal circular economy.

The teenagers drink secretly and leave the cans. The alcoholics arrive the next day, collect the cans, and take them for recycling to pay for more lager.