It is my sad duty to announce that this week we lost one of our own.
It all began like every other Dirties Sunday, we all met up at The Pleasance in the crisp Edinburgh air and made our way to the project. This week we were off to Roslin Glen for a spot of litter picking. Everyone was in high spirits, laughing and chatting as we walked through the park, picking up litter along the way. Before we knew it, it was lunch time and we set up by the river where we dined on the classic Dirties’ cheese salad sandwich. As usual, there was too much food but we soon took care of that.
It was after lunch when tragedy struck. It happened so quickly, it’s difficult to say what happened. He fell in the icy water and the torrent picked him up and carried him downstream. We did our best to find him but alas it wasn’t enough, we lost him to the river. Few words were said on the journey back, everyone was in shock. We made our way to the pub knowing that is what he would have wanted, for us all to carry on with our lives like normal. We all gathered together and raised our glasses to our lost friend, the frisbee.
by Amy Shore