Great little country that's gone to the dogs
We are a disgustingly filthy little country. And not a lot is done about our littering. I have no faith in fines as they are rarely collected. Or in the laws as they are seldom enforced. Personally, I am in favour of naming and shaming for a first offence. And a few hours in the stocks for those who didn't learn the lesson first time around.
I live deep in the countryside outside Kilkenny, a city that is proud of being a fine place to live and a superb tourist destination. I am surrounded by fields with crops growing, animals grazing and beautiful views in every direction. Down the road from me there is an attractive fountain, a folly, once used to water cattle. It was beautifully restored some years back by a neighbour whose fine stone work is seen all around the area. I often see tourists stop to take photos. It is a destination used for treasure hunts and geocachers. This was the location chosen by some lout last week to dump two large black bags of domestic rubbish that had been spread all over the place, probably by a cat of a fox, by the time I saw it. It was left to the locals to clear up this mess.
The louts are lazy as they won't even recycle the cans and bottles than can be disposed of free in any supermarket car park. Judging by the packaging, they are not short of money. But they wouldn't spend the few euro going to the dump. And they have a car as you could not leave the bags where they left them without one. But they are not stupid. They make sure there is nothing to identify them and no CCTV.