I use the word “dump” deliberately because that is still a word we use here to describe the place we take unwanted things. We are always “going to the dump”. Our dumps used to be piled up in one inglorious heap with everything destined for landfill. Not so these days. Now every possible recyclable component is directed to its special place as we gear up to reducing landfill. The dump has become an efficient local recycling centre and every visit produces another revelation about the potential of recycling.
The word “dump” though has some truly awful images associated with it where barefooted children pick over rubbish which is piled high all around them – a terrible reminder of our consumerist lives and the wretchedness of some people’s existences.
|Mae Sot Dump|
This picture from www2.irrawaddy.org/article.php?art_id=16608
My first experience of dumps though had a kind of dangerous, romantic edge to it with the children’s book by Clive King called “Stig of the Dump”, also loved by my sons...
|Original Stig of the Dump book cover|
What have you been delighted to find you can now recycle?