I WAS born and bred in Wirral and have always been proud of this unique area and its position on the map of Great Britain.

During the recent hot spell I decided to visit an old childhood haunt, Moreton shore.

After parking and a cup of tea in the snack bar, I climbed onto the concrete esplanade.

What greeted me? rubbish everywhere.

What few litter bins were present were overflowing to such an extent I thought I was in a third world country; not a seat or a bench to sit on for miles either way.

Surely, Wirral Council could address this problem, maybe out of the garden bin fiasco money.

Yours, Semper Fidelus

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