Responsible tourism is the new thing. Well we were being responsible tourists by not flying to France but that was only because we wouldn’t have been able to fit all our duvets and pillows in three cases. The campsite was very green, Keycamp is very green and, quite honestly, it didn’t half get on my wick after a while. I recycle at home, very keen to split paper, glass, even have a compost heap in the garden. But on holiday it was a pain in the proverbial.
The mobile home had a black bin outside on the decking but no bin at all inside. So there was nowhere to chuck stuff when you were in the bathroom (cotton wool, tissues) or busy in the kitchen (food waste, packaging). They provided a big yellow bag for paper and plastic so we used to hang that up on door handles. I could just about manage that but it grated. We used Rory as our recycling boy: his daily job was to take our clattering wine bottles up to the campsite dump.
Where he put them when he got there was anybody’s guess as it then became even more complicated. A notice in the caravan kitchen indicated where we were to put our waste:
Yellow Bag (Yellow)
Black Bag (Black)
Dechetterie (??) (Red)
Paper bag or Yellow Bag (Blue)
I have no idea how a yellow bag can be yellow or blue and don’t know what a dechetterie is but the list of possible rubbish they believed we would have in a static caravan was quite bizarre. Here are my favourites:
Envelope Paper (Yellow)
Fat Paper (Blue)
Coat Layer (Blue)
Car Battery (purple) …purple, where did purple come from?
Pile (Red) ????
Rest of meal (Black)
By the end of the 10 days I was feeling very anarchic so the whole bloody lot went in the black bag: I cackled like a mad loon as I wilfully threw discarded leaflets for numerous tourist attractions into the black abyss. The yellow bags were then recycled into receptacles for our dirty washing: how’s that for being eco-conscious.