Photo-a-Day  (Monday, 22nd July, 2019)

Why cant these people who drink Strawberry & Watermelon Tango put there empty's in a bin

A fair point Mick. But let's spare a thought for the rum old boys who perhaps want to re-live their pearly days of Kick Can and Hop It ('their target moved to a much safer position'); They're are out there, somewhere, . . . 'erm', . . .

I watched a man in his forties finish a can of pop outside Lowton Co-op last week and throw the can on the ground. I have also watched people throw cigarette cartons onto the floor when they have actually been leaning on a litter-bin! It infuriates me. My children weren't
allowed to drop so much as a toffee-paper. They were taught to put them in a litter-bin if there was one nearby or take them home, and I am gratified that my grandchildren do the same.

Put in a nutshell..it all starts at home

Looks as if it's been placed there deliberately.

We played a game called tin can whip. Players hid while the guardian of the can counted to 100 . The game was then to sneak up and knock the can from its perch unseen. If you were spotted you got taken prisoner. If some hero managed the task the entire den was released to the cry of 'scat'.
I honestly can't remember pop tins being too plentiful in the 60s. We always played the game with an old tin of peas from somebody's dustbin.

I well remember playing Kick the Can & Hop it when living at Holland Moor. Very exciting ! I think today it might be called harassment toward the dwellers of the houses we chose !

I work at the local hospital, and it’s unbelievable the number of cigarette stumps scattered throughout the grounds when there are ‘No Smoking’ signs everywhere. A while back I asked a young man not to smoke on hospital premises, and to his credit he apologised and stumped the cigarette out.
Like you, Irene, my boys had it drilled into them that litter belonged in the bin.
It all boils down to respect for others and for other people's property.

That's right, Helen; Kick can' was an exciting game, and sometimes played until darkness fell. I feel sorry for Poet's 'guardian', though, as the poor lad must have been in a terrible tiswas.
Another pavement game, which we called 'London', was more sedate: About ten stacked horizontal rows (London being the header.) with a smaller box at each end of each row would be chalked-out, and the resting place of each flicked button, or pebble, would allow the player to place one line into its respective small box - A completed box could be imagined as looking like 'A Union Jack without colour' -, and all completed boxes would decide the winner - On the cry of London!, of course.
I'm out of here Helen, as I've half a dozen re-discovered murps which will soon need polishing.

I remember walking on cans with string threaded through them...

So do I Veronica! I don't recall anyone ever twisting an ankle or such.

Veronica and Anne...you kill me..

yes, we did exactly the same thing as kids in Norley. So what are the kids of today missing?

My best mate and I got two cans and connected them with a long piece of wire between his house next door and mine. We could talk to each other. It worked. How many kids today would ever try that?

Simple things we played with Anne - ingenious the things we made do with...

Fred,we did exactly the same thing,and wasn't it exciting..in a way I could feel sorry for today's kids..they have to pay high prices for their enjoyment...we paid nowt and had a great time...I wouldn't have swapped my childhood for anything.

These days 'kicking the can down the road' has been taken up by the politicians with reference to Brexit -- It seems to be a favourite phrase.... If one has used it they all start using it......Excuse the political theme.....but seeing the can - I couldn't help it.