Volunteer record for litter picking group
A city litter picking group is reporting a record number of volunteers to help tackle the problem of dumped waste.
Peterborough Litter Wombles Association said its membership had never been so high, with pickers passing 300 for the first time.
The group, which formed in 2021, said in the last two years it had collected about 10,000 bags of rubbish, plus many larger fly-tipped items.
The group's chairman, Harry Machin, said "all sorts of people from four-year-olds to pensioners approaching 80 love to litter pick".
Mr Machin said he was thrilled to see record numbers coming together to clean up the city.
"It is not all retired people - we have a lot of working volunteers too," he said.
"There are lots of groups around Peterborough including PE4 Wombles and groups in the Ortons, Hamptons, Dogsthorpe and Bretton, all doing great work and very effective."
He said there was a social aspect to joining a litter pick too - and it meant people could meet others and stay fit, while getting the satisfaction from their area being tidier.
Samantha Dolby, 48, has been with the Wombles since last April and has a full-time job.
"I maintain a Womble bin and the lamppost rubbish bags in my area, change them and gather them for collection," she said.
She collected "sweet wrappers, vapes, tinned drink cans, alcohol bottles, fag packets, all sorts really", she added.
"When I'm out and about, if I see any litter, I have to pick it up. I walk my dogs twice a day and always pick up something or other."
Margaret Faulkner, 78, has volunteered since Peterborough Litter Wombles formed and said the public really appreciated what the group did.
"What starts out as a quick litter pick for an hour turns into three hours, because everybody wants to speak to us.
"Little children all seem to know me and say 'hello' - it really is lovely."
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