Everyday I like to go for a surf before work at my local surf spot, Bondi Beach in Sydney. It's always busy with people exercising, walking, surfing and swimming. The other day as i was stretching, I noticed an old chap walking along, plastic bag in hand, slowly walking towards me as he stopped every few metres and picked up some trash and put it in the bag. I stood there observing him, until he saw me, at which point i had no choice - I had to go over and say thank you. Thank you for caring for our beach. For taking the time to pick up what others have left. For being awesome. Cedric, I learned, has been doing it for a few years now. "Well, when you reach my age you have to find things to do to keep busy. I love the beach, and i need to be active. So why not do something worthwhile whilst I'm doing my walk". He went on to tell me that a few other people have followed suit and told him that he was the inspiration they needed to get started. He receives regular hugs from the locals who have got to know him over the years, their first conversation pretty much starting the way ours did. I forgot to mention the plastic spades he was carrying. He picks up several beach toys on his walk, and then leaves them by the kiddies pool at the end of the beach for the children. He also leaves a stack of cuttlefish bones by the showers, for anyone that has a pet bird (they use the to nibble on). "I'll see you around' he said, as he trundled on his way to the next piece of discarded trash. You can bet on it Cedric, I said as i ran into the surf with a smile that would last the rest of the week.