In case you'd thought you'd found your fortune on a litter pick, it turns out there's no money in coffee cups. It's official, and a little detailed...

We magnanimously allowed* the other litter pickers to fish the litter from the harbour from the Harbour Master's boats, and instead trawled the harbourside for a huge number of cigarette butts, bottle tops and other litter and recycling. The luxury of each having a pair of Mr Grabby-Hands, courtesy of Bristol Waste, meant the streets were left cleaner whilst our backs were saved from much bending, and bags were filled before we returned to the Arnolfini pontoon with our haul and retired to the YHA Grain House for coffee and cake to warm up.

Well done, team!

*They beat us to the boats and, as we were in GG t-shirts, we felt we couldn't throw them overboard