Why I absolutely love a good dump | Adrian Chiles
A One of my friends surprised me with the vehemence of his love for something. He is roughly my age, a very successful manufacturer of important television and consumer passionate about radio 4 and The Guardian. A passionate thinker about things, he loves books and podcasts that are a little too advanced for me. Overall, he did not seem to say what he said, on a pint in our premises. In addition, there was even a slightly glazed and distant look in his eye when he announced, with such a feeling rising from his soul: “I love Go to the discharge. It was only that I realized that I was free to admit to share this love.
My discharge visits had so far been wrapped in a mist of shame. Throwing things is bad, especially because buying them first was bad, or at least not quite necessary, which can represent the same thing. In addition, is it not an exercise to move the responsibility of your waste to someone – everyone? – other? This notion that he is magically recycled, reused, reused is surely a fantasy, not much more than a veneer to help those of us who feel guilty to feel less guilty about this.
But what devil – if one of my most sensitive, intellectual and environmental friends can be at peace with his love -discharge, then me too. Between Swansea and Mungles, Clyne Gardens and Clyne Valley Country Park are both beautiful places and which are worth a visit, but the Clyne household waste recycling center manages them. Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas have a nearby house. I like it that my box can be gathered with theirs. Unlike many municipal discharges, you don’t need an appointment. Climb. And if you’re in the region, you should do that exactly. Even if you have nothing to throw away, it’s worth it. Swansea Council should build a small observation gallery so that the spectators look at perfection take place.
Entrance, as you expect somewhere on the edge of a country park, is pleasantly green. A sign indicates “no wood”. Maybe this is in deference to the feelings of the trees all around. Thereafter, a symphony of efficiency takes place. The containers are intelligently aligned, clearly labeled, with the parking lot in front of them angled. The service is very friendly. Admittedly, it is to my advantage that I am recognized as a former presenter of Match of the Day, but I was there long enough (the dumping ground, that is to say not Motd) to know a good full service when I see it.
And it’s not just staff. The waste itself – as in all discharges – is significantly in a good mood. Children rush to help parents. Older waste expels light and pleasure dressings because everything they have fell into the abyss of these giant jumps. We are in the same together, appreciating the moment, the transition from registration to transplants. We feel nothing less than cleaned. Relief and release are so intense that you can almost feel it. The more time unloading, the more relief and release you are high. But what is this thing that we are released? The dead weight of our worldly goods? Listening to our very souls by the things of things that we could not resist accumulation? Or, God forgives us, the excitement of knowing the space has been authorized to make room for the arrival of more things to throw in turn.
These are questions for later, or never. Let’s take advantage of this moment. The angle of the parking spaces makes us point the exit, therefore, after having said our good farewells, in vehicles seated above on their axles, and our spirits even higher, we sweep, until the next time.
