This little kingdom of only 5.5 million souls, it has to be said, is a mèlange of the clichèed sublime and gorblimey; rarely making the international meeja top ten in anything but happiness and nordic noir eccentricity. The last week’s front-runners were a murderous submariner and a national ban on the rarely-seen burqa, both stories remarkable for their otherworldliness.
But mundane rubbish is a Danish fortè! Shoppers have to stump up 30p for a supermarket plastic bag – so they usually don’t. All plastic bottles and cans for drinks carry a returnable deposit. So that leaves wine bottles and food jars to be collected from separate bins by the sometimes friendly trashman, along with paper – which does not include cardboard! That has to be deliverd to a local refuse sorting facility – which is highly organised and sanitised for our delectation (see above).
These ‘recycling centres’ are conveniently situated near district heating plants which burn household rubbish (inter alia) – all public/private intitiatives that really work! Pity the tax collections are not as clear and efficient! Maybe next year, eh?