While volunteering at a Nature reserve in Ilkley, West Yorkshire, Karen Shackleton heard from angler Steve Fairbourn that instead of catching fish on his line in the river Wharfe, he was catching sanitary towels, condoms and wet wipes. He said that when it rained, raw sewage was discharged into the river.
Shackleton went out in the rain to see for herself. She found a river full of sewage: “It was gushing out and shooting straight across the river to the opposite bank and I could see sewage filling the river for as far as the eye could see. It’s like a grey discharge, which makes the water ...
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